"Ah well, mulligan. If nether of us can win, we both lose." The reaper said, pulling the apron from her uniform and draping it over the table, her smirk obvious as she watched the feathered maid. "All's fair, right, Polly?"<br/><br/>She waited until the angel removed the apron before dealing another hand, this time picking up the fan of cards, betting her shoes and stockings. She hid her grin with the fan of stupendous cards.<br/><br/>(lets try this again! At 2011-09-24 01:53:03, Atticus Bleak (uid: 11699) rolls: 1d6 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31768) x 4 = 24! Yea!)