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."
