"I got so carried away with my stupid song I forgot." Vincent replied shrugging. "I think it was time for the little one. Tell me Frosty, Truth or dare?"

This night had truly devolved from Vincent's original plans...or had it? Very few things were ever truly a surprise to the Lord Emperor of the Tarot Hierarchy. After all, he had inherited a fragment of his predecessors omniscience. Nothing was every really chance, more like a carefully orchestrated game of chess...

That is...if chess required you to wear red boxers on Tuesday, skip the cilantro in your tacos on Thursday, brush your teeth counterclockwise, and take your brandy with three spoonfuls of sugar in order to make an event happen. It was strange how the crossroads of fate worked, how many tiny insignificant choices steered the very course of lives. Something as simple as wearing red socks or blue socks could save someones life.