[ WP ] Write a conversation between two people playing russian roulette .

I take a long draw from the cigarette that's placed before me. I know what you're thinking, smoking's bad, right? 
 
 *Click* 
 
 `` Fuck that's rough.'' The man across the table is my age, we decided if one person had too much time, then the odds were unfair. He's weathered for his mid-twenties, and looks beaten down by the world. 
 
 `` You'd have me die?'' It's an unusual impulse to wish ill of other people, but I could n't help but having mutual feelings. Did n't make the sting any less though. 
 
 `` Buddy, if it was in the rules, I'd beat you to death right here and there for that money. As luck would have it I only have to fire an empty gun at my head.'' He smirked. I had to admire the attitude. I myself had sold everything I owned and took out as many loans as I could- from business loans to payday loans. The game's cost was $ 5k for entrance, and it was matched from the other person and some unknown benefactor. $ 15k is n't a lot until you need it desperately. 
 
 *Click* 
 
 `` Fuck, man, slow it down. What's the rush? We got the rest of the night.'' I sipped my drink and looked at the camera. `` Here's to you, mystery man!'' 
 
 We were streaming live. Somewhere out there, people were taking bets on which one lives and dies. Somewhere out there, this was what people wanted to see. The camera was delivered, the money was delivered. We got a location and a gun, and were told one was to be dead by the end of the night. Shame, I got the impression under different circumstances we would have gotten along. Not many people risk their lives for nothing. 
 
 `` Well, what do you got? You want to tell me what you're doing here? Give me the full story of how you decided to point a gun at your head?'' He smiled and seemed genuinely curious. 
 
 `` That'll take all night- and I do n't want to do it with a gun to my head. Tell you what, I'll tell you during your turn.'' 
 
 *Click* 
 
 But there was n't a click. There was just darkness. 
 

