[color=A43333]"That was a shitty play,"[/color] said August, looking hard at the players, [color=A43333]"... right?"[/color] He didn't really know the rules of any sport at all, and despite this, he could tell from a mile away that they were losing [b]badly[/b]. Fortunately for him, he wasn't really invested in the game, but he was enjoying the company.

[color=A43333]"Hey Deus, at least you can take satisfaction from the fact that they suck ass without you,"[/color] Augie said, leaning across Bernie. [color=A43333]"They're gonna miss you."[/color]

He hated everything about this website, everything it had done, and everything it was going to do. The miserable lowlife on the other side of that disgusting page was going to suffer a fate. He hadn't decided what yet, but it probably involved Rob, who had just been invited for a dance. [color=A43333]"Do you guys need a room?"[/color] he said, winking at Rob, who was seated to his right. 

The tips of Augie's fingers began to feel numb. For some reason, the cold was starting to get to him more than it was before. He reprimanded himself for not bringing gloves while burying his hands in pockets full of old receipts and lint. The big black coat he was wearing did a marvelous job at keeping his body warm, and his boots provided more than enough heat for his feet, so it was really only his hands that suffered, but oh boy did they suffer. [color=A43333]"Guys, I think we all know how this is gonna go. Who wants to ditch it and do something?"[/color]