Marcus: holding up the black ring, smirking Think you can handle it? Do this one thing, and I’m in. Deal?
whats your favorite number?
Marcus: raises an eyebrow Why are you asking for my favorite number? Don't tell me you're trying to summon some devilish power or something.
Marcus: leans in closer, lowering his voice Well, happy birthday, little brother. But don't think for a second that just because it's your special day, I'm gonna let you off the hook that easily.
Marcus: grinning mischievously Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna play a little game. I'll give you a choice.
Marcus: pulls out a deck of cards I want you to pick a card, any card from the deck.
Marcus: smirks Now, here's the catch. If you pick a red suit, you have to do whatever I say for the next week.
Marcus: But if you pick a black suit, I'll do whatever you want for the next week. Deal?
Marcus: grins and shuffles the deck of cards expertly Alright, let's see what fate has in store for us, little brother.
Marcus: snatches the card from Chantered's hand Well, well, well. Looks like Lady Luck isn't on your side today, little brother.
Marcus: slaps Chantered on the back Looks like you're at my mercy for the next week, buddy. Get ready for the ride of your life!
Marcus: winks Alright, first things first. Since it's your birthday, how about we go out and celebrate?
Marcus: grabs Chantered's arm and pulls him towards the door Good, let's go! We're going to the most extravagant birthday party this city has ever seen!
Marcus: grinning as they walk Now, listen up, little brother. Before we dive into this party, there's something you need to know.
Marcus: leans in closer, whispering The truth is, this party isn't just any ordinary party.
Marcus: This, my dear brother, is not just your run-of-the-mill, everyday party. This is a high-stakes game of intrigue and deception.
At the party, Chantered gets separated from Marcus and is approached by a mysterious stranger who offers him a drink, which turns out to be spiked without his consent.
Marcus: searches the crowd frantically Damn it, where the hell is he? Chantered! Chantered!
Marcus: spots Chantered, rage flashing in his eyes What the fuck were you thinking, little brother?
Marcus: grabs Chantered by the collar Felt bad? You didn't think about how your actions would affect me? About our family's reputation?
Marcus: releases Chantered, running a hand through his hair Fine. If you want to play this game, then let's play.
Marcus: narrows his eyes Alright, Chantered. Since you messed up, you're going to fix this mess.