Day 15: In Which They Monopoly
"Eight! Ha! I'm building another house!"
Elsa groaned as she watched him moving his piece eight spaces down the board. "You did not just roll an eight."
"Did too!" Jack shouted, brandishing a stack of $100 bills in her direction.
She scowled at him. "I don't believe you."
"Well, I'm the board master, so you either take it or leave it." Jack snorted, rather pleased with himself, as he counted his money for the sixth time in the last ten minutes. "And since you're still stuck with me as your only human companion, I don't think you have much of a choice but to accept my amazing dice rolling skills."
"Have I reminded you of how much of an idiot you are?"
"As in 'today', or as in 'since the first time we've met'?" He rolled his eyes. "Go on, your turn."
With a loud huff, she picked her phone and gave it a quick shake. She had downloaded a dice app just for the sake of their game night—surely, the solution wasn't ideal, and the experience lacked a more personal touch, but she would simply have to make do with that alternative.
"Five," she grumbled as she took another sip of wine.
"Oh, bummer!" Jack laughed as he tapped her piece on the board. "You're going to jail again!"
"Again?" Elsa cried, throwing her arms in the air exasperatedly. "This game is rigged."
"Hey, don't blame the game for your bad luck."
"Oh, I'm not blaming the game, Jack. I'm blaming you."
