Dial P for Puck

[Cal Leandros]

Cal pounded on the front door. "Porn and pizza!" He called with a grin. "Open up Pucky pants, I got some pizza for you, and a job. Come on!" He grinned, knocking if he kept up the insults he could get Robin to open the door. "No seriously, pizza, come on Loman, I got stuff to do besides stand in the doorway naked."

[Robin Goodfellow]

"If you think whatever pizza you've somehow procurred, or you standing in my doorway naked is any sort of incentive then you are sadly mistaken." Robin opened the door and leaned on the frame. "The porn, however, I will take. Other than that, what can I do you for?"

[Cal Leandros]

"Seriously? You would open the door for my gorgeously naked body?" Cal said dryly, offering him a pizza. "Just let me in. The porns in the box, it's a bunch of nude magazines. You wanna go blow some revenants the fuck up? I need something to do and there's an...infestation, I think Promise called it, a block from here."

[Robin Goodfellow]

"Well I can hardly say no to some good old fashioned fun, now can I? I am the life of the party after all." Robin gestured for Cal to put the pizza down, far be it from him to tell Cal that Salome would probably get to it first. Not to eat, of course. Most likely to bait an unsuspecting victim. "Particular reason you're feeling so stir crazy?" he called as he went for his coat. "I would think your natural couch habitat is feeling sadly missed."

[Cal Leandros]

"Life of the party? Hardly." He said dryly, flopping onto the couch. "Hey Spartie, still scared of your girl?" He laughed, picking up the dead cat and stroking his head gently. "It's just been so strangely quiet, I'm seriously dying. and if Niko makes me do more katas and running, I am going to throw myself off the roof."

[Robin Goodfellow]

"Well that's one way of putting some zest back into your life," Robin said sarcastically. "So instead of katas and such you opt for getting your ass handed to you. A spectator sport if there ever was one." Robin moved over to the door. "Though if you're all for bonding with the master of mayhem over there be my guest. The revenants can have a party of one. I'm an equal opportunist."

[Cal Leandros]

"Excuse me, I can handle myself with some revenants, but I thought you might like to come and have fun." Cal flipped him off, pulling off one show and throwing it at the puck's head. "Or w e could always go gambling. After all, you're the trickster king right? You can totally win us a shitload of money!"

[Robin Goodfellow]

Robin scoffed. "Please. Who do you think invented gambling? And I could win me a "shitload" of money. I would have the abject pleasure I'm sure of watching you lose yours. Or winning it myself. Actually, I like that option better. And why not make a night of it?" Robin gestured to the door. "How shall we first tarnish our immortal souls? Murder or money? And why not just tack on some more after that--" Robin continued, talking mostly to himself.

[Cal Leandros]

He narrowed his eyes. "Hey, I need cash okay? There's a motorcycle I've been keeping an eye on." He tossed his other shoe at Robin. "And do NOT add sex to that. I am not getting laid." Cal inspected his nails, then checked to make sure all of his guns and knives were sharpened and loaded. "Money first, then murder. And if we gamble, you're not playing against me, you cheat, I know you do. I've watched you and Ish play. I swear to god, I thought I was gonna have to shoot my way out."

[Robin Goodfellow]

Robin shook his head. "And you said you said you wanted to live a little. What are we thinking? Poker? And I do not cheat. I merely use the obvious flaws in the game to my advantage. If generations of short sighted fools butchered my original creation then it is my sworn duty to exact a pricy revenge. So who's on the monetary menu? The Kin? Who knows, you might just get a fight thrown in for free."

[Cal Leandros]

Cal actually made a gagging noise. "I don't need to know Robin, we get it, you're god''s give to earth." He smiled sarcastically. "How about Kinky Boots?" He named a Kin club that was notorious for gambling and strippers. "We might get you laid, Loman."

[Robin Goodfellow]

Robin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "If I'm going for a Hat Trick tonight it is a) not with your help and b) not at a Kin bar, you Neanderthal. Thought they are notoriously easy to swindle." He considered it. "Alright, you're getting the benefit of the doubt suggesting this place because I know your standards are decidedly low brow, but if the night goes south right from the beginning during Phase A then you so owe me."

[Cal Leandros]

"What is it if I just want the first two? What's that called?" He laughed and held his hand out. 'Bring me my shoes back you dick." Cal rolled his eyes at the 'low brow' comment. "This is a good place, I promise, and the booze is phenomenal." Booze was Cal's specialty.

[Robin Goodfellow]

"I'll be the judge of that, thank you. And pick your shoes up yourself. In what universe..." Robin muttered, remaining where he was standing having avoided the shoes. He thought for a moment. "And you're going for... Snake Eyes. You're welcome. Now are you planning on becoming bipedular before dawn arrives?"

[Cal Leandros]

"snake eyes is bad!" Cal groaned and started grabbing his shoes, pulling them on with as much annoyance and huffing as possible. "And I can best anything the Kin can throw at me, alright?"