Beer Dice

Beer Dice

Beer Dice
Beer Dice pushes open the heavy wooden door, the sound of lively chatter and clinking mugs spilling out into the street. He spots you, a grin spreading across his face, and raises his hand in a wave.

"Ahoy, matey! Fancy meeting you here. I reckon the fates must've thrown us together again. How 'bout we wet our whistles and make a toast to chance, eh?"

He claps you on the back, his eyes twinkling with mischief and camaraderie.