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The moment they were freed from the third floor Ronan bolted to the game room. How he missed the thrill of gambling. The adrenaline coursing through his veins at thousands of miles per hour. The feeling of the unknown. The thought of him losing. He grinned, his smile stretching from ear to ear as he opened the large glass door and surveyed the area.
Almost everyone was in there since it was way too cold to swim. He sat down at a large table where poker chips and cards were thrown about. He watched as one of the girls from the thieving department shuffled. Her movements were fluid and sharp, with perfect precision.
She looked similar to a fox with her green eyes. She had her hair styled in a fluffy wolf cut with black roots and orange tips. She wore a simple chain necklace and had a tattoo of an eye on the back of her neck.
Ronan felt his heart start pumping faster. She was by far one of the prettiest girls in the room. He couldn't stray away from a challenge. He drew back his chair and took a seat directly next to hers. The girl eyed him warily before passing out the cards.
"We're playing blackjack. I'm Naomi, your dealer. Keep up or get out," she stated firmly before taking her seat and passing out two cards to each player. "I don't know how many of you watch anime but I get my inspiration from it. We play for privileges. If you don't follow my rules I take something from you. You may or may not find out when I do. Is that fine?"
Nods through the table.
"Good. Now place your bets before you flip your cards over," she mumbled placing two chips in."275Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJXbvRmQmrG
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Ronan stared down at his cards. The thrill of the unknown began to take hold of him. Everyone watched in horror as he slowly pushed all twenty of his chips in.
Naomi shoved in the rest of her chips almost uninterested. Eventually, the rest of the people at the table began to add their chips.
"Flip," Naomi advised, flipping her own and revealing a pair of kings.
Ronan flipped his revealing a pair of queens. "A twenty," he mused twirling the cards through his fingers.
Naomi smiled. "You can't tie with a dealer. I win."
The rest of the people at the table began to slowly clap but Ronan had other plans.
"Not so fast sweetheart," he purred, placing his hands on top of hers. "I've still got one last chance to win," he reached towards her for a card, which she reluctantly handed to him.
Ronan's heart practically burst out of his chest as he slowly revealed the ace. "I win. Unless you've got the guts to pull a card yourself."
Naomi glared at him and pulled a card from the deck. A two. "Bust," she mumbled, pushing the huge stack of chips toward him. The rest of the kids began to file out.
"So. Mrs. Naomi. Since I win the game and beat the dealer. What does that mean for you?"
She clenched her teeth together in pure annoyance and stared at an ink stain on the table. "You can do whatever you want with me for the rest of the trip."
Ronan's eyes lit up like a firework. "This ought to be fun."
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