Rory and Aphrah were uneasy after leaving Nataleigh's party. That Tarot reading was like a silent cashier at a checkout. Never knew when they might go postal.
As soon as Rory shifted the car into first, they began discussing the evening's events.
"Can I stay with you?" Aphrah asked Rory. "I am on edge."
"Sure, but...ugh again..." Rory held the melded dice once again.
"This time, they had ended up as cashiers in a print shop."
"Are you guys going to ring me up or just stand there staring?" The irate customer asked.