If we'd texted to ask if you wanted to join us for cards and beer, would you have shown? Nah.

[Mick takes his beer and huffs a little, cracking the bottle open against the bedframe that wasn't far away and happily chipping at wood. He had to sacrifice it for his beer, you see.

He doesn't look happy as he takes a sip, glares at Leonard for a moment before reluctantly returning to Rip. Ah, yeah, the bet.]

I gotta clean my room and get rid of all the trash.

[Which was hard. His room was 90% trash.]