The Scarlet Vipers
A Snake's Quest for Retribution
They call us the Scarlet Vipers. Our strikes hurt.
I walk to the table. It's the end of a shift, and the guys have just switched to a new dealer. The lucky fella is me. I take in a breath.
With absolute ease, the first hand falls. My fingers work fast. Three years at this place. That's what I show for it.
Seth is across from me, watching the other two players at our table. He's playing dumb. He's got his eye-candy Ella sitting on his lap. Goading him on.
Keep them here, I say through my eyes.
Seth loses with a ridiculous bluff.
The other two lick up the extra chips. Both put in another hundred.
Ella gives a hoot as she leans against the table, losing her footing and falling down. Seth tries to catch her. I hear the thud.
Nonchalant, I remind them that this is a business establishment. They can call a cab if needed.
"I need a break," she says to Seth, as if I'm no more than a grouchy stranger. She rights herself and stalks away. Flips me off.
Not so drunk. She's now got two wallets in her back pocket.
Easy strike, Mate.
About the Creator
A.D. Anderson
An indie author who loves all things whimsical. I thought this would be a good place to go to help me branch out in my craft! While I typically enjoy fantasy writing and those works, you'll find some more earthy, real-life tones here, too.
Comments (1)
Oh Ella has some sticky fingers haha I loved this one!!