Carlos
Anyways uhhh do you wanna start, or should i?
Emma
Can you? Idk how lengthy you like your replies
Carlos
Alrighty, also like a paragrpah is good, I'm not too picky as long as the grammar is good and it isn't a one-liner 😭
Emma
Alr, my replies may be short since I'm at work but I def don't do one liners
Carlos
Alright! I'll start working on a starter then! Also, do you want a ping with each response?

Alright, good to know.
Joseph
*Late at night, In the middle of seemingly nowhere...*

The bar had already closed for the night, for the regular people, of course.

Unbeknownst to most, the musty bar that was a decent, nothing more, place to be during the day and evening, turned into a illegal gambling ring at night.

And so, in the corner of the bar's wooden plank floor and decaying walls having room, was a table.

With a dealer, some varying items, and the most important part.

A shotgun.

The man was rotund, sure, but his arms still looked like they had some strength to them, the scarred flesh bulging as he breathed heavily, waiting for his first player of the night. The briefcase of money for the winner always rested safely beside him anyways, no way to get it without playing and winning his game of chance... Well not chance, but mainly of knowing your chances instead.

He idly took hold of a cigarette, twisting it between his index finger and thumb as he sighed.

''Should ah smoke a quick durry...? Nah, ah can wait.''
Essie
*The music was obnoxiously loud with a chaotic cadence to it— there was no point in keeping it this damn high when everything else was inaudible, but what can he do?Humans have strange customs when it comes to having 'fun' or everything in general. But that was far from the point and the real motive he was here for.*

*The place organized all sorts of gambling opportunities, some unlawful, some pretty tame. Being an immortal being always gave him the benefit of enjoying dangerous things without any repercussions, he enjoyed the thrill, besides it was more productive than waiting for some wretched victim to come into his mansion*

*The male impatiently tapped his fingers against the table, fixing his gaze on the fireweapon that lay amid them.* " "Sooo, how does this go again? I shoot myself or shoot you?"