Page 51 of End Game

And Griffin?

Griffin calmly takes another drink like he didn’t just throw a fucking grenade into the middle of the table.

“Excuse me, sir,” I contend. “Who are you, and what have you done with Griffin?”

“I’m playing the game,” he answers with a shrug.

“That is not how you normally play D&D.”

“It could be.”

Cami is almost bright red now.

Micah is laughing openly now.

And Ronan… Ronan, despite his initial frustration, looks fucking delighted.

Not horny.

Okay, probably horny.

But mostly delighted.

Like some final piece just clicked into place.

I pick up my dice. “Fine. I’m using my hands.”

“Sleight of Hand?” Ronan asks.

I nod.

“Roll.”

I stare at him.

“Roll, Dexter.”

Fuck me.

I roll.

A natural fucking twenty.

The entire table laughs.

I stand and throw both arms in the air. “The hands never fail!”

Cami is laughing so hard there are tears in her eyes.

Micah looks pointedly at my crotch.

“Sit down.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Even though I sit, that does not help the situation under the table.

At all.