I thought about injecting myself into their conversation but then remembered the first night at the dock. Mustache Gray had accused me of playing mind games with everyone. He had barely acknowledged my existence since. Maybe now wasn’t a good time to mend fences.
Who else was there? From our group date, Victor Vodka, Fitness Freddy, and Brad were there. Outside of those three, Thorin the Pale and a slimy, corporate-looking guy I hadn’t talked to yet were the other two in the group.
So, if I needed allies to stay in the game, my choices were: an unhappy waiter, a lovable dumb guy, an awkward pale dude, a corporate drone, and a self-declared villain. I was as good as dead.
Or maybe not. There was one other person I hadn’t considered. It was the same person who had kept me around so far: R
