The Games We Play - Solo #05
The Games We Play
Who: Jennifer "Scotty" Patterson, Regi (dealer), hooker What: Jennifer plays one of Regi's stupid card games to earn some money When: January 9th, 2011, 9:40 A.M Where: Brooklyn, New York Word Count: 924
"You're late Scotty." Regi's voice called, as Jennifer glided into the concrete room.
The raven haired girl rolled her eyes and sat down. She had just gotten back from a two hour run that had proven to be very strenuous. Regi had to hand it to her though, Jennifer never failed to impress him with her skills. Single handedly, Jennifer could make up to three hundred dollars in under two hours. But that was on a good day. She usually brought in around two fifty within an hour and a half and was able to dodge the exorbitant amount of cops in Brooklyn.
"Deal me some." She nodded to the panty clad woman to her left who was passing out the playing cards.
It wasn't poker, but it was a simpler game. Regi never liked poker even though Jennifer did. He always played some bull shit game of luck and it really required no skill however strangely enough it always came down to the two of them. Jennifer's cold fingers dug around in her jacket pocket before finally finding a partially bent cigarette. She put the cigarette between her teeth to rest as she continued looking for a lighter. The familiar square of cold metal in her jean pocket bulged out and she reached for it, taking out the lightly scratched lighter.
"I always liked that." Regi murmured, glancing at Jennifer's lighter before organizing his seven cards accordingly.
She glanced down at the dainty cursive writing that read her full name before flipping it open to light her smoke. Lips curling around the edge of the toxic substance, she took a deep breath in. The heat of the lighter only centimeters away from her nose came as a welcoming feeling to a very chilled Jennifer. "Fucking freezing out there." She murmured with the smoke between her teeth.
"I trust you made the best of it though yes?" Her drug dealer asked, eyeing her before passing her his card in exchange for one of hers. Jennifer didn't answer, concentrating on which card to give Regi. If she gave him her six, it would mean she'd be loosing a decent card as far as the numbers go. No doubt Regi had a lower card as he never gave away anything higher than a four until the end. But if she gave him her five, he still might give her a lower number.
Sucking in a hit from the cigarette, she slid him her five and flipped up his card once it was in her hand. The risk she took had proven to be beneficial as Regi's card read the six of hearts. It was good to have pairs as they counted for more points towards the end.
"Always." Jennifer replied, puffing the smoke she had contained in her mouth at Regi's face.
He only grinned in response as he slid his next decided card to the hooker...or so that's what Jennifer thought to their left. "This game is a load of bullshit, you realize that right?" She drawled, lazily picking up the card the woman slid to her.
"I'd like to think there's some strategy to it." Regi sighed, as Jennifer glanced down at her next round of cards.
This time, the card was a three, and there was no doubt she needed to send it over to Regi. Her poker face stayed calm as she shuffled her cards non chalently, before pretending to furrow her eyebrows in thought. She let a few more second go by before she slid the three of spades over to Regi which got her a scowl when he slid her his card. It seemed he only had high cards from the looks of it, which was good because he wouldn't want to trade any. The ten of diamonds was given to her and she was glad her poker face was good enough to hide her smirk.
"The cops are arriving in copious amounts, it appears." Jennifer mentioned, eyeing Regi as he thought over his trade.
He glanced up at her for a moment, before puffing a ring of smoke. "You expect me to know what the fuck copio-...whatever you just said means." His brow arched up at her and he looked almost bored by Jennifer.
Jennifer's lip turned up in disgust at his ignorance and she shook her head. "There's a lot of fucking cops lately, idiot."
That comment earned the girl a deep glare and he nodded. "You'll be fine, Scotty."
Jennifer grit her teeth lowly, trying not to lurch out at him and smack him. Regi was her least favorite person in the world, yet she still put up with him. She had too, it was for her family. The money she made from him was more than some of the other familys who were in similar prediciments, and Jennifer prided herself on that.
"I win by the way." She smirked laying out her hand. Her hand consisted of kings, queens, and jacks, and only the higher numbers. Regi's consisted of of the same except he had a five he had yet to trade and Jennifer had all number succeding that. The woman, as expected, had a mixture of high and low, mostly low, automatically cutting her out of the race.
"Damn you, Scotty." He murmured, throwing her a twenty.