"DO NOT LISTEN TO TRAVIS BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A LEPRECHAUN"- wise words from harvestmoonluvr
Gambling with Travis
The wheel spun round and round, black and red sections blurring together in the dim fluorescent lighting of the casino. Travis was right in his element, racking up chips like it was his job.
Griffin, on the other hand, was unbelievably uncomfortable.
With the little money he had to his name, he feared he would lose it all, especially to the luckiest gambler in the world betting against him.
“Aha! Black 26 again. What are the chances of that?” Travis laughed heartily as he pulled the pot closer to him, the girls surrounding him giggling in response.
The Wyvern bowed his head, resting it on the table in defeat.
“How do you manage to win every single time?” Griffin groaned, peering up at the Leprechaun. “I know that you are lucky, but this is impossible!”
Travis leaned closer.
“Says the guy with dra—Wyvern wings,” he replied, grinning. “Look, Griff, maybe you should loosen up. Don’t think about what could go wrong, think about what could go right. Don’t just put the minimum bet in! Take some risks!”
Griffin lifted his head slowly, staring at Travis stoically.
“Maybe you do not understand, but I do not have an abundance of riches like you do,” Griffin responded in a low growl. “I was forced to work for any funds I received in a way that I would rather not mention. I have had to struggle. Not once have I been given an easy path in life. I cannot risk throwing what little I have to the wind for a slim chance I should win.”
Surprised that he had revealed so much, Travis merely blinked.
“Put your bids in, folks,” the worker instructed, preparing to spin. A mischievous look glimmered in the Leprechaun’s eye, and, before Griffin could stop him, he shoved the Wyvern’s entire pile into the center.
“He’s all in,” Travis declared, Griffin’s eyes going wide. “On.... Red 11!” Griffin grabbed his arm forcefully, a terrified expression on his features.
“What are you doing?” he demanded, unsure if he should be despaired or furious. “That money was all I had for the remainder of this month.” Travis winked.
“Just trust me.”
Haphazardly, Travis tossed a few chips onto the closest slot, Black 6.
Once more, the wheel spun, Griffin growing more anxious by the second. Finally, it came to stop.
Red 11.
Griffin’s jaw dropped, and Travis scooped the winnings into the Wyvern’s unsuspecting arms.
“How... but... you did not win? Do you not always win?” Griffin questioned as they strode toward the front of the casino to cash in the chips.
“Well, I figured you could use a little luck, wouldn’t you agree?” he grinned slyly.
Staring at him with a curious expression, Griffin retrieved the cash he had won with the help of a certain Leprechaun.
“Well... thank you,” Griffin answered softly as they stepped into the cold night air. “That was very... unusual. Kind, but unusual.”
Travis shrugged.
“With me, you win some, you win them all. It’s always nice to mix things up.” He shot a serious look in Griffin’s direction. “But don’t count on this happening a lot. I have a reputation to uphold.”
They laughed together, sharing the moment as if they were old friends, and, for the first time, it seemed as if they would become such good friends when the time came.
So long as Travis didn’t con Griffin out of the winnings he had helped him attain. That would certainly put a damper on their relationship.
