Scrabble Night
Wolfwood blinked at the board.
"There's no way that that's a word."
Smirking, Dominique shrugged. "Oh, but it is."
"What the hell's a zenith?"
Midvalley sighed at the ignorance of the man sitting across from him. "A zenith is the point in the sky that's directly above you. As in, it's over your head. Like most of these words are."
Wolfwood snarled. "Hey! Are you implying that I'm stupid?"
Midvalley played with his cigarette, caressing the thin white cylinder with his long fingers.
"Chapel, I'm not implying. I'm telling you that you're stupid."
The music man smirked, then blew out a silvery-blue smoke ring. In response, the man in front of him developed a throbbing vein in his forehead, and Dominique decided that going to the kitchen to refill her lemonade would be a good idea.
"Oh, and by the way, preacher..." Wooden tiles clicked onto the board. M-O-R-O-N-I-C. "Triple word score. Isn't that a coincidence?"
At this point, Wolfwood decided that playing fair was for the dogs and he launched himself across the table. He showed up for work the next day with a purpling eye and a satisfied smirk on his face.
