One time. You try to have a nice, perfectly platonic drinking night with the most respectable rival you have one single time. And your men go behind your back and pull a drink-bomb gambit.
If it helps, I'm alive. No more truces unless they're outta the picture. Same with my goons.
Full agreement. And my sincere apologies. I'll bring your hat back when it's next safe to.
Thanks. I'll be outta town for a while. Niner said it wasn't an easy fix. Reckon I owe you a proper drink.
yes gain his confidence
best time to destroy the felt without his only competent member
Thanks for the compliment, but you know I can see these, right?