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“Fine, I give up.”
Spy huffs and places down the die in his hand, his mask askew and his jacket missing.
Engineer whips around to look at Spy, Sniper’s slouch hat atop his own ten gallon hat.
He looks Spy dead in the eyes, practically shaking with the effort it takes not to smile as he drawls, “Real creative, /Frenchie./”
Spy opens his mouth to retort with an undoubtedly witty remark, before he’s drowned out by the sound of Sniper laughing.
He and Engineer both turn to look at Sniper, who’s laughing so hard he would’ve undoubtedly fallen off the couch if Engineer’s discarded gunslinger wasn’t heavy enough to keep him pinned to the couch.
Spy stares for a moment, the barest little smile gracing his lips before he catches Engineer’s smug look in the corner of his eye.
“.. I’m not surrendering yet. For no reason in particular.”
“What are ya gonna give up then?”
Despite Spy’s long and exaggerated sigh, he clearly doesn’t mind, undoing his tie and tossing it on top of Engineer’s pile of winnings, which already includes Sniper’s shirt and one of Spy’s spare knives.
“Thank ya, dearest.”
“Don’t pretend to feel bad, Labourer. I can see you smiling.”
“Get fucked, dearest.”
Sniper snickers, having a wonderful time, even as he immediately rolls snake eyes and trips unceremoniously onto one of Engineer’s horrifically expensive properties.
“Well, look how the tables have turned, Slim.” Engineer snickers, his mischievous look on display, his goggles having been forfeit to Spy since the beginning of the game. “It looks like you’re outta money again.”
“I don’t have anything else to trade, mate.” Sniper adjusts his glasses as he leans back against the couch. “I need these to see.”
“What about your watch?”
Sniper scrunches up his face, shaking his head as he reaches for his long forgotten and lukewarm beer. “I’d rather lose, Truckie.”
“Suit yourself,” Engineer grins, “Less competition for me-”
“/Oh really now!/” Spy butts in, throwing his own watch at Sniper, “So he gets to surrender and I don't?”
“Well Slick-”
“Is this favoritism between your dearest partners I see?” Spy interrupts, eyebrows raised as he angrily unbuttons his shirt.
“You still have things to lose-” Engineer tries to amend, to no avail as Spy launches his shirt at him, knocking both hats off his head.
“Sniper still has his shoes!” Spy hisses over the clinking of his belt buckle as he takes off his belt.
“Christ,” Sniper grumbles, nudging Spy in the side with his foot. “You’re wearin’ like five layers, Spook!”
Spy pauses at that, still holding his belt, belatedly realizing he would have won by simply having more articles of clothing than Engineer. “ .. Merde.”
“Do you even wanna surrender, you contradictory little bastard?”
Spy pauses, thinking for a long moment. He turns to look Sniper in the eyes, a smug grin slowly spreading across his face.
“No.”
“For fucks sake mate!”