Drabble - Jazz/Smokescreen/Holiday
Jazz watched as Smokescreen shuffled the numerous smooth chits effortlessly, a smug expression across a face oddly resembling his own.
“Prime?” the mech asked.
Jazz nodded and Smokescreen broke the shuffle, tossing the chits onto the small board that someone had dragged out.
Prowl counted the lay of each chit, announcing, “Four hundred forty-nine.”
“…Eh?”
Smokescreen laughed, “Beginners luck!”
Jazz sighed, “I don’t get these games. You called it gambling?”
“Yes,” Smokescreen nodded, “Perfect festival games. Add a little high grade…”
Prowl nodded, collected the chits and began shuffling, “It is a perfect exercise in probability, prediction, trajectory, and randomization.”
Master Archive - November 2010 Archive - 100 Drabbles - Prompt Table
“Prime?” the mech asked.
Jazz nodded and Smokescreen broke the shuffle, tossing the chits onto the small board that someone had dragged out.
Prowl counted the lay of each chit, announcing, “Four hundred forty-nine.”
“…Eh?”
Smokescreen laughed, “Beginners luck!”
Jazz sighed, “I don’t get these games. You called it gambling?”
“Yes,” Smokescreen nodded, “Perfect festival games. Add a little high grade…”
Prowl nodded, collected the chits and began shuffling, “It is a perfect exercise in probability, prediction, trajectory, and randomization.”
Master Archive - November 2010 Archive - 100 Drabbles - Prompt Table