Choices..

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I let the words roll over my tongue, savouring them like a fine brandy, once again I'm rolling the dice.. it's all a gamble, a game of chances and probabilities... I've not said anything that isn't entirely true, and even he knows it, maybe now he sees the strings, but they keep him so safe and secure..
His face is a picture though..
"At least these days I'm only accused of ARRANGING diablories, not partaking, maybe they think better of me after all.." I think with a chuckle to myself...

I fill my cup I start to shake..
"So you see Prince Strachan, because I'll use your title for this, as it's official business..
it all comes down to the decision of the camarilla
and you ARE the camarilla in this city...
when he walks into your court, you have two choices.."

I slam the cup down... I don't need to look, I know what I have...

Four fours...