The saloon was almost empty as the time shifted to 12. Twisted Fate sat there, awkwardly shuffling his deck of cards while staring silently at his glass of beer. He sighed in frustration as he dropped his deck and picked up the glass to down yet another beer. He buzzed, and quickly getting even more drunk. Finishing his drink he hastily slammed it down onto the counter, proceeding to go back to his cards, Oblivious to the man who sat down next to him.
The man next to, Twisted Fate watched carefully as the card master mindlessly flipped through his deck. Taking a sip of his drink the man scratched his beard in awe, he smirked at his newly found opportunity.
"Well, if it isn't my old friend Twisted... I reckon we haven't talked in ages..." His voice had a hint of amusement in it as he pondered his mind for the reaction his rival would respond with. He wasn't still enraged with the card master, The tension seemed to be fading slightly in the years since Tf's betrayal.
Twisted Fate's reaction was, well... surprising. He smiled dumbly at Graves stupidly, and seemed like he couldn't be happier with the appearance of the one person who wanted him dead the most. But somewhere between his 3-4 beer Twisted Fate had long forgotten about the mistakes.
"Graves! It's... been forever!" The strong alcohol scent washed over Graves face as Twisted Fate got closer to him, obviously interested in what Graves had to say next. The sound of glass falling on the hard wood broke the empty silence that was building the tension back up. Graves smirked as he realized just how much his 'friend' had been drinking. Placing a hand on the gun resting on his stool Graves looked back to his glass. Scratching his beard once again he began to explain how things had been for him in the league, explaining every adamant and exciting detail of his recent wins. Graves felt like the grandmaster as the other man listened to every word with extreme interest.
This lasted a good 20 minutes before Graves noticed the tired look in the other's eyes. He stopped explaining whatever thing it was and finished his drink. Looking towards Twisted, he asked bravely;
"You're tired... I reckon we should get you a room." With that Graves got up, picked up his gun wand started heading for the door. The Card master stumbling around behind him, trying to put his magical cards in his pocket.
They made their way through the dusted dirt road, to the western looking hotel across the street. Graves turned around and spoke sternly "Stay, here." turned around and entered the hotel, leaving Twisted fate there wobbling on the porch.