The man at the table, he not looking at you, but he looking, anyway. He smokin’ a cigar like your daddy would on special occasions, back in the day, when you were a little girl.
He sees you come to the table. “Lookin’ ta play, dawlin’?” he rasps, and smoke flies every-which-way. It smells like cedar and old leather. His face is shaded, holed up tight in an old bowler and an old coat in the dark.
You nod, and you grab for your purse, since craps ain’t free, an’ never been. You may be new, but not THAT new. Even spirit bars got a price.
He stops you, exhaling long an’ slow. “Oh, nah, girlie. Money t'ain’t no good here, in dis place. We be dealing in higher stakes.”
He waves a hand–isn’t there something wrong with his hand?–and it feels like you jus’ lost something. Somethin’ important.
“Welcome t'the game,” he says, and you turn to thank him but he gone, smoke and all, laughter echoing in the dark.
On the table are two silver coins, but both sides are snake eyes.
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