I don't know. Whatever you're up for - pool, cards, darts .... I'm familiar with a lot of them.

I'll play a round or two with you. Then I'll go home.

[ that's a promise. giorno slumps on the countertop, looking more like a child now that they're not talking about - the future, his past, Dio, himself. a tired child, really. something in him's still not going to let him sleep, but at least he's more acquiescent about the idea of sleeping. ]