Dudel sat there looking at his left over comrades, his face was almost blank. He didn't care right now, there wasn't a point... why was he even alive right now? Dodged a bullet or two, that's good. One more day living means one more day screwing and drinking, right? Yeah, that was the spirit.
There he chuckled, his feet up on the table he was apparently near and continued to watch. Yes, right now it just didn't matter all that much. With a shrug, he pulled a coin out of his pocket.
Heads for Esoteric Myobi and tails for thirteenhearts. The hell, right?
"Screw it," He thought to himself as he flicked the thing in the air then caught it and placed it one the back of his opposite hand. The coin sat there for a moment as Dudel still watched his partners in crime. The Don who one vote by some unknown luck and... whoever the heck the other chick was.
His hand raised, and it made him chuckle.
"thirteenhearts, heh... even fate wants'er dead."