“Oh-ho, a woman! With more balls than the lot of you!” The man on the left, the more muscular of the two, winked at her and flashed a large grin, revealing a mouth devoid of teeth. “Alrighty, five gold coins. It works like this: I spin the table, you pick a gun. Three are empty, one is loaded. Ya pick one up, put it right up to ya temple, and pull the trigga. If it’s loaded, well, BOOM!” The man on the right threw himself against the speaker’s shoulder dramatically, playing dead. “If it’s empty, ya’s the brand new owner of a fine piece of weaponry. Ready, sweetheart?” At Sylvia’s nod, the man, who she perceived to be Gi*p, stood up and gave the table a spin. Sylvia narrowed her eyes, watching the guns on the table closely. As the table spun lazily, three of the four guns wobbled along with it. The last one, which appeared to in somewhat better condition than the others, stayed firmly in one place.
Curious.
Once the table came to a halt, Sylvia raised her gaze back up to Gelo and Gipp. She reached in her bag, pulling out five more gold coins and offered them to the two men. “Say, would you mind spinning it again before I pick? Two is my lucky number.”
Gelo and Gipp exchanged a look before shrugging. “Sure, sweety, if it makes ya feel better.” Gipp chuckled, giving the table another good spin. Three guns wobbled. The fourth stayed still. The table came to a stop.
“‘Aighty, best be pickin’.”
Casually, Sylvia picked up one of the wobbly guns and placed the barrel hard against her temple, starring Gipp firmly in his eyes. The ragged man kept the toothless smile on his face, but his eyes conveyed a hint of worry.
Discord: Indie#2017
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