I’ve only played craps on a couple of occasions, and both were with play money during a holiday party. Despite the lack of risk to my wallet, the people working the tables ran them like we were at a casino. As a result, winning all the tickets was a fun and educational experience. With that experience firmly entrenched in my mind, when I saw the picture of a die on the cube, the connection with the craps table was established.
And while none of the crew of the Drifter II would enter or try to find a casino as it sails through the galaxy, there are some members of the Scythe who have some wiggle room for the embellishment.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
Harlan’s fingers pressed against Franco’s cheek, forcing his gaze toward the large timepiece hanging from the roof. “Don’t you think it’s time to leave?”
“Contrary to our friends aboard the Scythe, I never forget my obligations.” Franco batted Harlan’s hand from his face as he tossed the dice. “Fortunately, it’s time for a bit of fun.”
“You’re pressing your luck.”
The two cubes bounced off the felt-lined table and when they came to a rest, Franco’s smile stretched towards his ears, threatening to cleave his head in two. “We can’t leave while I’m on a roll.”
As the jolly man reached out to collect his winnings, a simple cane pinned his hands to the table. “A moment, sir.”
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