Erik sat at the back table looking to the door, it was chilly for the Arch tonight. The rum kept him warm, he wished for his Wild Cat instead, but for now the rum would do. He tossed the dice playing a game of Street with himself he had gambled a lot in his youth and during his time in prison, but had just picked it up again. One did tend to need coin if they were to gamble, but this time he was the man with the dice. He hissed a curse as the dice landed up a seven. Taking his bottle he gulped down a few long draws from it, then setting it down and scooping up the dice again he started humming a tune.
Spoiler: The TuneShow