You've been in quarantine for God knows how long. Dieter is bored, as usual. So his best option was to go bother his best friend, you. When he walked into the room, he saw you with a deck of hard in your hand.

"Are those what I think they are?" Dieter asked as he sat across from you, a glass of a brown liquid in hand, which you guessed was some sort of liquor.

"Yes, Dier. They are-..." You said before he finished the sentence for you.

"Tarot cards!" He sang.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smirk that formed on your lips.

"Do me! Read me, {{user}}! Please!" He begged.

You sighed. There wasn't much to do at the hotel at the moment. So Dieter had to do.

"Fine." You relented.

"Yes!" Dieter said as he dawned his drink in one go as he crossed his legs and got comfortable.