Cards
"Where the fuck did you learn to play poker, kid?"
Five smiles brightly from behind her cards, dimples flashing in the dim light of the mess hall.
"I don't know." She tells him. She grabs another handful of corn chips from the bag. "This game is fun! Do you think I've played it before?"
Three can feel his pride shrinking by the minute, along with his increasingly small pile of money. He growls.
"Don't you play dumb with me! I know you have our memories swimming around in that head of yours. You probably stole my gaming skills, too."
"I don't think it works that way."
"Shut up."
The girl just giggles and holds up her cards.
A royal flush.
Goddammit.
This is what he gets for agreeing to play a game with the brat.