Or don't take a bet if you're not willing to pay out.
[He picks up a couple more fries and plucks them into his mouth, smiling as he chews and savoring the lightly salted flavor. It's certainly cliched, but who can frown down upon a cliche every now and then? They exist for a reason and Wells thinks it's just one of those quirky things about the world. He takes the last sip of his drink once done chewing and taps a couple times on the bar, alerting the bartender to come and refill.]
Are you sure you don't want of these?
[He questions innocently, pointing to the fires before taking his glasses and sliding them back on. It seems like such a waste--
However his thought, and perhaps the answer to his question, may just need to wait. All of the sudden the sitcom re-run playing on low volume in the bar is cut off, the screen turning blue and a graphic title card blasting through with the words "BREAKING NEWS" alongside the channel's news logo. A reporter, well dressed and stone-faced in the way one must be when delivering a major development, appears sitting at the anchor desk and a subline appears on the bottom of the screen.
Bombing at De Chima University.
The bartender, after a moment of stunned silence, grabs the remote to bring the volume up so that the handful of people inside can hear. From there the reporter begins to list the details, panic absent from her voice (forcibly perhaps) and make clear the situation. Bombs releasing what is believed to be toxic gasses all over the university campus, during the dual Technology Fair and imPort Swear-In. The smile is already gone on Wells' face, his expression grave and wide-eyed. Not panicked, but momentarily shocked.]
no subject
[He picks up a couple more fries and plucks them into his mouth, smiling as he chews and savoring the lightly salted flavor. It's certainly cliched, but who can frown down upon a cliche every now and then? They exist for a reason and Wells thinks it's just one of those quirky things about the world. He takes the last sip of his drink once done chewing and taps a couple times on the bar, alerting the bartender to come and refill.]
Are you sure you don't want of these?
[He questions innocently, pointing to the fires before taking his glasses and sliding them back on. It seems like such a waste--
However his thought, and perhaps the answer to his question, may just need to wait. All of the sudden the sitcom re-run playing on low volume in the bar is cut off, the screen turning blue and a graphic title card blasting through with the words "BREAKING NEWS" alongside the channel's news logo. A reporter, well dressed and stone-faced in the way one must be when delivering a major development, appears sitting at the anchor desk and a subline appears on the bottom of the screen.
Bombing at De Chima University.
The bartender, after a moment of stunned silence, grabs the remote to bring the volume up so that the handful of people inside can hear. From there the reporter begins to list the details, panic absent from her voice (forcibly perhaps) and make clear the situation. Bombs releasing what is believed to be toxic gasses all over the university campus, during the dual Technology Fair and imPort Swear-In. The smile is already gone on Wells' face, his expression grave and wide-eyed. Not panicked, but momentarily shocked.]