FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

Second Rounds

They found themselves in the middle of a lonely street. Leo was near hysterical with laughter. He fell down to his knees, his both hands on the ground as he laughed himself to near death. Draven leaned on a wall as he tried to calm himself down too.

“Jesus,” he said when he regained his breath. “We just fucking robbed a bar!”

“It’s not robbery, it’s just not paying them,” Leo said. He took a deep breath and straightened his face. “God, I’m going to die of laughter!”

“I’ll be sure to laugh at your funeral,” Draven said.

“Jeez man, don’t go that far.”

They started laughing again. Draven now fell to the floor, sick to his stomach with laughter. He wasn’t sure if it was alcohol that had this influence on him, but everything just seemed too funny. They lay there for a long time, until their laughter died down and they got themselves a bit. The sun was high and harsh, reminding them that they were in the street and on three dirty floors. Draven stood up first before helping Leo up. Leo