Your third throw was perfect, hitting the center dead-on.

The bottles didn't fall down.

"What the hell?"

"Don't you know these are rigged?"

"Oh, no. I want my money back."

"Sorry, no refunds. But 'cause you're cute, I'll give you a prize." The blond man reached up and unhooked a large yellow plush bird. He turned away momentarily, then handed you the toy.

You almost pulled the tag off, and then realized there was writing on it.

iCloud. 345-7865./i

"Cloud."

"Yes?"

"When do you get off?"

"Nine."

"I'll be back then."

He blinked, shell-shocked. "Wow…Thanks for your business."