A/N: So I went to Vegas with my family over Spring Break, came home and went to sleep, and woke up at 3:30 in the morning with this nice little double-drabble in my head. Truth be told, it's somewhat pointless, but I like it a lot. Enjoy. (Oh, and by the way, I'm eighteen. I can't gamble. I just watch. If I screwed something up, let me know.)
Let It Ride
I walked in alone, past the penny slots, and the five-cent slots, and the others. I looked at the numbers displayed on their faces to differentiate them, and played with them in my head as I walked, to calm my nerves.
201737. Prime. Digits add to 20, and 201 and 737 is….
I stopped. I was at the table. I sat down next to a man with a cigar, and its smoke made my eyes water, invaded my lungs. I let myself cough. Looking as young as I was was an advantage now.
Glancing towards me briefly, the dealer asked the other man to please put out the cigar. He shook his head, stood, and left, and the dealer didn't seem displeased. I guessed he'd been winning.
I played some and lost spectacularly, as I'd known I would. I knew the odds here. Everyone knew the odds here.
But not here, not now, at this table. Us – we were better than the odds.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my roommate strolling up.
No recognition. Don't pay attention.
And from the other direction, I spotted another of my friends headed our way.
Ah, yes.
Finally.
Let's play.