[ Maybe it's the weed kicking in, but with every successive correct answer Ian's getting a little bit more giddy. His mouth quirks up on one side, teeth flashing, eyebrows up, and her we go.
Flip. ]
Tails.
[ Flip. ]
Tails.
[ Flip. ]
Tails.
[ Flip. ]
Heads.
[ Flip. Pause. An apologetic click to his teeth as he looks down at the coin concealed behind his hand. ]
Heads.
[ A beat. ]
Just kidding.
[ He holds it out; fucking tails. Congrats, Nate, you have the power of being the best gambler in history. ]
no subject
Flip. ]
Tails.
[ Flip. ]
Tails.
[ Flip. ]
Tails.
[ Flip. ]
Heads.
[ Flip. Pause. An apologetic click to his teeth as he looks down at the coin concealed behind his hand. ]
Heads.
[ A beat. ]
Just kidding.
[ He holds it out; fucking tails. Congrats, Nate, you have the power of being the best gambler in history. ]