Hey.
This is another one of those I-noticed-there-were-no-stories-in-the-Celtic-Guardian/Black-Magician-Girl-category-so-I-filled-up-the-hole stories. These are really fun =) Plus, they don't take long.
It was originally supposed to be with categorized as CG/Blue-Eyes, but Blue-Eyes ended up not doing much. *shrug*
And I'm calling Blue-Eyes a she, even though they don't say. Blue-Eyes was made from a woman, so that's my reasoning.
The Celtic Guardian warily let his eyes travel between his two opponents. On one side of the table was an old friend: Black Magician Girl. She was giggling a little as she tapped her fingers on one side of the table, making herself look a bit like a ditzy fool. He wasn't fooled. The Black Magician Girl was very good at this game; it wouldn't do to brush her off for her behavior. Was she planning anything? Yes, it would be wise to keep an eye on her.
His eyes flicked to the other player. The Blue-Eyes White Dragon looked almost comical, hunching down over her cards like that. Not that there was any choice in the manner (The Blue-Eyes was rather large, although it probably wouldn't be the best idea to mention that to her), but still. At first he had wondered how she managed to hold her cards, but after many games he got used to the delicate way she held them between her claws (talons? Doesn't matter). The Blue-Eyes looked a bit disgruntled, but that could mean anything. She might just be annoyed by the small size of the room (small for her, anyways).
The Celtic Guardian looked back down to his hand. One Jack, a five, a six, and a two. He just needed to get one more and he would win. But who to choose? He seemed to remember the Blue-Eyes White Dragon putting down a Jack, but she might've drawn another by now. His mind flicked through what possible cards both of his opponents could have (a hypothesis based on their actions throughout the game) before opening his mouth.
"Blue-Eyes, do you have any Jacks?"
The Blue-Eyes grinned. "No. Go fish."
Grumbling, he picked up a card. A three. Next turn then, he would get a pair and win. For now, it was the Dark Magician Girl's turn. He turned to her. She gave him a devilish grin.
"Gotta Jack, Celtic Guardian?"
Cursing, the Celtic Guardian handed over the Jack. He watched in dismay as the Dark Magician Girl laid down her last card, ending the game. A quick tally told him she had won. Irritably, he threw down the rest of his cards. For the 238th time, he'd lost. He knew they were just trying to past the time until something exciting happened, but for once (just once) he would enjoy not losing.
Poor Celtic Guardian. He can't help sucking at Go Fish.
And, of course, COMMENT. I'm feeling sad that no one commented on my last story, one that I was very proud of. At least tell me it sucks. In a nicer way than that, of course. =)