jaimitchell:
4th floor sometime during day 2
“PLACE YOUR BETS EVERYBODY!” Jai yelled from outside the common room door. “Will we be out here by Tuesday? Wednesday? Next month?” He even had a little notebook and a pencil where he had written down a couple names already, had a little baggie with the bills he’d picked from those same names. “You may be right, may be wrong– very little to lose, but lots to win! Place your bets!” (( @gallagherstart ))
Darcy’s hand shot out in front of Jai’s face, between her finger was a crisp twenty dollar bill. “I’ll bet that we don’t make it out at all.” Her eyes cut over to him. “Just when it seems like we’re going to get out, the lights cut out, and a Jason-style killer finishes the job.” Well, that or the aggravated group of mentally damaged super spies actually went after each other’s throats. “And what are you getting out of being bookie?”









