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Flappy Empire: Finale

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TEAM AC, FINALE

Valentine's Day, 2014

Nucky had invited his friends: Gyp Rosetti, Frankie Yale, George Remus, and AR and his bitches. They were seated at a round table, each glued to their phones—except for Arnold Rothstein, who was drinking tea. Nucky sighed loudly. “I give up. I still can’t get passed twenty-five.”

“That’s nothin’, Nucky,” Gyp grinned widely. “I got a solid forty-two.”

“You guys are amateurs. I’ve got seventy-seven.” Frankie Yale beamed.

“Fuck you, Frank.” Gyp growled.

“That game is incredibly immature,” remarked Rothstein from behind his mug. Both Charlie and Meyer looked at him with a look that read oh fuck you. He’d been clean of it for weeks now, but that didn’t mean anything. Many-a-night had he not slept to try and conquer the fucking thing.

“Oh, yeah, Arnold? Why did you stop playing it?” Nucky gave him a pointed glare.

Arnold simply shrugged—

“Oh, I know why,” laughed a voice from the staircase. Mickey Doyle strutted down the stairs before smirking at AR. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Rothstein?”

“… I have no comment, Mr. Doyle.”

The tension was so thick in the room that one could cut it with a knife. George Remus cleared his throat loudly. “Well, Remus has been playing a cooking game… You can make hotcakes!”

BONUS:

“Hey, you still got that phone?” Meyer asked Charlie as they walked away from the Thompson estate.

“Yeah, why?”

“Give it here. Something on this device spooked AR.” And Meyer took it from him, only to go through all the apps until the hit the pictures.

Oh.

Those pictures of Mickey Doyle were all over the internet by the next morning.

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Flappy Empire: Part 4

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TEAM NY, FINAL PART

“Wait, so you’ve bought an iPhone from Mickey Doyle for two million dollars?”

Meyer stared at him incredulously, disbelief written all over his features. AR cleared his throat and only shrugged in response. “It was necessary. He wouldn’t sell me the rights to the application, and that was the only way to achieve success.”

Charlie burst out laughing, unable to control it. “AR, you really are a schmuck sometimes!” 

“Now, now, Charlie, play nice.” Meyer scolded, but he couldn’t help but smirk.

AR’s cheeks flushed. “Don’t you two have work to do?”

Charlie got up and grabbed Meyer by the arm, tugging him along. “Enjoy your game, AR. C’mon, Meyer, there’s a picture of a snake I wanna show you. Actually, it’s a snake eating another snake—”

Arnold was just about to press the widget for Flappy Bird when he accidentally twitched and pressed the photo icon instead. Perturbed, he scrolled past the many pictures of Mickey Doyle. Curiously, he pressed one—

“Oh my.” 

Doyle was naked, his erect cock tied with a bow. Across the chest of the picture read: “hope you enjoy the game, mr rothstein !!!”

He stared at it for a long minute before exiting the app and placing the phone down. Arnold pushed it away from him. “… Charlie, come in here.”

The Italian poked his head in. “Yeah, AR?”

“Please remove this phone from my presence.”

“… but, Doc, you just bought it.”

“I don’t care. Take it away.”

Charlie strolled in and grabbed it. “Well, okay.” He eyed him but then shrugged it off and walked off. 

Arnold Rothstein never played Flappy Bird again.