Vriska glanced up from her cards, shifting slightly as she listened to the humans muttering under their breath about her luck. It had been a couple of days if not a full week since she had been in Vegas and she was finding it quite fun, floating from a couple of different gambling spots and testing the limits that she could push.
She was back at the bar Nepeta worked in, waiting for her friend to get off of work. The fools around the table weren't taking her too seriously as she juggled the dice in her free hand, mostly for the comfort of having them there. She glanced up at the dealer, the man who had originally accused her of being underage.
"So what color is your blood?" He asked, watching her with a smile. "We know that Leijon is an olive color blood and she mentioned about there being all different colors. So what would yours be?"
Vriska raised an eyebrow, watching him before looking back at her cards. "Why don't you try and find out for yourself?" She mused, hearing the rustle of a knife being pulled from a sheath.
"I would like to see you spill your own blood for each time you lost a game." He said, sliding the knife over to her. "Instead of paying out, we get to see your blood."
Vriska judged Jake, smiling slowly. "I don't loose if it's something with such drastic measures. And what will you do if I win without having to spill a drop of my blood?"
"I'll give you everyone's winnings tonight. We've discussed what color of blood you might have and Leijon never gave us an accurate way of telling without having to spill your blood." Jake grinned, several of the others nodding slowly though one or two seemed disgruntled to have their winnings offered up as part of the bet. "We have a bet amongst ourselves. We think you have an orange or yellow colored blood and Leijon never told us your color when we asked her nicely."
Vriska crossed her arms, cards flat on the table from where Jake had dealt them. "Why not make this an even bet? I like taking chances on such odds. This hand, if I lose, I will tell you my blood color. Or show you. If I win, you will give me everyone's winnings and not have your pathetic question answered."
"We could make it a bet on a dice toss." One of the more reluctant players said. "It would be a fairer chance."
Nepeta glanced in at the came, hearing the conversation as she brought drinks to the table. "Taking a bet with a troll never ends pretty." She sighed. "Even more so if that troll is Vriska Sekret."
"Dice toss it is. What's your number Sekret?" Jake asked, pulling out a few of his own dice.
"Eight on the D20," Vriska said, watching him pluck the dice out of his hand. "And only eight."
"You do realize that gives you one out of twenty chance, right?" Jake asked.
"I like those odds." Vriska grinned. "Did you know that spiders have eight eyes, eight legs, and I quite like the number eight?"
Jake shook his head, tossing the dice.
Vriska stared at it, watching it spin before it stilled, shaking her head as she slowly smiled. "And there is a reason I love spiders."
Jake glared at the dice, looking at the number both D20s had landed on. "That should be impossible. Unless you managed to cheat your way into winning."
Jake picked up the dice again, tossing them and watching as they landed on different numbers, Vriska smiling. "My lucky number is eight. Also, I'm not a lowblood, I am the eighth blood in the hemospectrum, which is not orange or yellow."
"I think you managed to cheat." Jake growled, crossing his arms angrily. "I'm just not sure how you would be able to do it."
"I don't cheat, I just have luck on my side." Vriska scoffed.
"Can you prove that you don't cheat?" Jake asked. "I'm calling the cops." He added, picking up his cell phone and dialing.
Nepeta shook her head, glancing at Vriska. "She's innocent. If she said she didn't cheat, then she didn't cheat. Don't you trust anyone Jake?"
"Too late," Jake muttered, one of the security guards coming over to detain Vriska. "I've been talking to some of the other places she has been visiting and we all agree that something's up. You just can't be that lucky so many times in a row."
Nepeta watched them, Vriska narrowing her eyes. "I'll figure out where they take you and get out out. I believe that you didn't cheat." She murmured, turning to go back to her job before glancing at Vriska once more. "Though it may not be as quick as just going through the system. They don't seem fond of keeping trolls in jail long."
Vriska merely snorted, annoyed that she was being forced out. Nepeta turned to Jake, watching him.
"Shouldn't you be working?" He asked.
"What was the meaning of that?" She asked softly, anger bubbling in her chest.
"Trolls can't be trusted. She was cheating and therefor I had her removed from the situation. And I get to keep the money that she cheated from me." Jake shrugged. "It is a simple matter of keeping myself in business."
"I believe I'm going to quite, if you believe that trolls can't be trusted." Nepeta said, turning to leave. "At least then I won't have to deal with idiots like you."
"Then what are you going to do for money?" Jake mocked. "I bet you can't get another job. Most people won't hire trolls."
Nepeta snapped her mouth shut. "Vriska was great business. She brought in other clients for you to cheat out of money. So what if she won a couple of hands every now and then. It didn't make her a cheater."
"Why are you dead set on defending the troll anyways?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's not like she's your lover or anything."
"We've been friends a long time. And we still are friends. And if you have forgotten, I am a troll myself. Or should I make myself bleed to remind you of that?" Nepeta demanded. "Maybe I should pay more attention to the other trolls. I would hate for them to be wrongly accused as you have wrongly accused Vriska."
"Look here," Jake growled.
"So one troll got you at your own game. Are you going to throw a fit about it?" Nepeta snapped, turning and heading towards the door. "Good night and I hope you can find a better bar tender. Maybe an actual human this time." She said, slamming the door shut.
A/N: Next chapter shall progress a few things. Happy Valentines Day readers!