A/N: Oh, come on, everyone does a Nar Shaddaa rules fic! Heh.. well, I just had to try. Sorry for my bad attempts at humor. Why do I write about pazaak so much? I don't know, it's just a fun topic; plus it opens up so many good doors for Atton/Exile fics. Anyway, on with the story. OH! And guess what! This is my first ever attempt at a drabble! It's exactly one hundred words (not counting the Author's Note, of course) so I didn't completely fail! -cheer- Ehem, okay. I'm done.
Edit: I would like to say thank you to 'Anne Onymous' who reviewed on both this and my other short fiction "You Win." You were right, Anne, on the rules of pazaak, and I would like to thank you for correcting me because I would never have caught that. I'm going to change the exile's score to eighteen, so it will make a little bit more sense. I really should know the rules a little more, having played pazaak so many times during the game, but I guess this explains why I lose so often. Thanks for your help!
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own. All belongs to LucasArts and Obsidian Entertainment. Think about it; a fourteen year old girl working for major companies such as those? You've gotta be kidding me.
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This was proving to be the worst day of her life. How had Atton managed to convince her to do this? She'd never beaten Atton and now she was playing Nar Shaddaa rules with him, now in only the ugly jumper that was her standard undergarments.
One good draw and Atton would have an interesting little show. He had a score of sixteen, and she'd been forced to stand at 18.
I am so spaced, she thought.
As Atton reached to draw his card, the Exile closed her eyes and hoped.
Oh dear Force no!
He'd drawn a plus four.