[ They are indeed in the middle of conversation; or, well, Rideaux is in the middle of talking, anyway, his tone decidedly gossipy. ]

I give him... mmmm, two more? I mean, you saw how badly he was losing it, we both know what he was hiding. If I were the president, I'd shoot him now and save us all the trouble.

[ The other man frowns, but says nothing; and Rideaux responds to the lack of attention by stealing the cherry out of his drink glass. He leans in close -- he sounds perfectly coherent, but the way his head lolls to the side probably betrays how many drinks he's had -- and pulls it off the stem with his teeth before sitting back with a smirk and unceremoniously dropping the stem back in the glass. ]

Bisley's really more of an idiot than anyone gives him credit for. [ He lets out a dramatic sigh, and taps a finger against the side of his own glass. ] So, what do you think? One? Three? I already claimed two.

[ The other man also sighs, though it's more exasperated. ]

I'm not betting on a man's life with you, Rideaux.

[ Rideaux frowns at him for a long moment... but then he just scoffs. All the playfulness has drained from his voice, and what's left is just bitter and biting. ]

Oh, that's right, how could I forget. You're morally superior to me now.

Rideaux.

[ There's an uncomfortably long pause as they just glare daggers at each other, until Rideaux finally rolls his eyes and looks away. ]

Ugh. You used to be more fun than this, Julius.