jimmyshore:
Jimmy’s luck is… not good. He’s down a considerable amount of his paycheck already he only got paid two days. Maybe things could change. Just one more can’t hurt, right?
It’s blackjack, and he’s got an eight. Dealer has a 10.
“Hit me.” He murmurs, looking up at the dealer. Nine. 17 in total. He bites his lip, and shakes his head. Another 10 for the dealer. FUCK! Jimmy sits back with a frustrated huff and cups his face in his hands for a long moment before he gets up from the table. He has no chips left.
Time for a drink.
Jimmy heads to the bar and orders himself a whisky. It’s not even middle shelf. It’s just the cheap shit.
“What a bad fucking day,” he says.
@slchat
Eris had never been the gambling type. There was the occasional trip down to Atlantic City with her friends, but she spent most of her time at the bar schmoozing anyone who would buy her a drink. Much like she was at the present moment. Already one drink into the night from some poor, drunk fool who was off gambling more money than he actually had, she propped her elbows on the counter of the bar. Glancing at the man next to her, she gave him a curious smile. “No such luck, huh?”














