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[You're noisy

but his fever is finally going down a little]

Gold?

[oh god he can't tell silver

what is he supposed to say

he can't come up with this cash

he wouldn't be able to in his entire lifetime

maybe he won't care yeah act cool act natural]

Yeah, I'm back. Hey sweetheart. How're you feelin'? [let him check your forehead

okay not as hot that's good]

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[...He's gonna cough as his answer.]

You okay?

Yeah! Totally fine! [he just can't come to goldenrod for half a year or however long it takes for the guys who want his shit to forget him] Ready for that bath?

[...]

...What happened?

[...]

You had quite the leftovers on the hotel. So I gambled it like you said I could. It's just that I might've bitten off more than I could chew and now I either gotta pay up what I owe or pay with my life. Somethin' like that. [he didn't wanna worry silver with thiiiis but the guy's really good at seeing through him now... as good as crys]

...What, that's it?

Lead the way.

What do you mean, that's it? Can't you even pretend to be mad at me?

[but sure togami let's go]

I'm too tired to be mad at you. Come on.

[Who the fuck do you think he is punk

to the casino!!]

[to the casino!!

man they all look like high class gamblers

no they don't gold just wishes they did with pinstripe suits and fedoras on their head that'd be cool as shit]

I might've deserved it. Tried hustling some old drunkards and got shown up by some hotshot who played poker better than I did. Lost all the money I'd gotten along with my dignity and my pride when I staked three times the amount you gave me and got dealt a bad hand. [hrmph] She's cheatin' though. Got a mean little Abra that messes with your mind I swear.

[That's more or less what Silver expected but did not find, come on Gold, really

He lets out Sneasel real quick so he can sit on his shoulders and lean on his head and nap (seriously he's tired can't he stay in his ball Silver) before he casually struts on over to the girl that put Gold in his place

man he's a little wobbly

whatever]

[her abra seems to be sleeping, but the lass herself is wide awake and smiling at gold

then at silver, after giving him a look over

"You've got to be the boyfriend he was crowing about. He wouldn't stop talking about how he was going to buy you a beach house for two with all the money he was planning on raking in from beating a girl at cards." gold is just

yeah he's gonna stick back here]

[...Gold you idiot that's actually really sweet

dammit this is not how he wanted to start this exchange]

How much does he owe you?

[pffft sorry she's giggling at his response

here he comes with wobbly confidence and she sets him off with just a comment, that's her favorite thing in the whole world to do. "Let's stick it at an even 240,000. I'm even forgiving him the loose cash that came with it since I can see why he'd want a getaway with you. You look hot."

she means it in temperature, of course, but still]

[two hundred and forty thousand Pokédollars, Gold

really

man fuck you]

Can do, but... You'll give a sick kid and his dumb boyfriend a chance at winning some of it back first, right?

[he won some he lost it all okay they could've bought a goddamn island with that money he was aiming for it

and she nods

"I hope you're a better player than he is, sick or not. He's all sweet talk on the radio but he's not such a good guy if he wants to swindle drunken dollars off some sad old men. Your Sneasel's cute by the way. I like them." she'll gesture to the seat in front of her. "What's your game?"]

[Hmm...]

Blackjack. [Gold take this wad of cash and get him some coins]

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[okay okay he's going

yes he needs coins

no he will not lose them all again

please stop making fun of him he's taking them and going thank you here silver

"You're a smart one, probably used to keeping figures and organized. Good at strategy. I'll deal then, sick boy."]

Thanks, miss.

[And so they played! And he... Is only a little better than Gold. He's more cautious. He bets small, loses a little, wins a little, and always stays with the smaller numbers instead of going with the bigger ones.

But the rounds go quick, and the more they go, the more it's clear that they're losing money.]

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[she almost feels sorry for him

it's not like he's the one hustling people, so she's not even using abra's power. it wouldn't be fair

"Why don't you stop? You're smart for being cautious, but you're losing money that way too. Be a little bolder and hope that Lady Luck's on your side. Even if you think your number's getting too high." she is going to make you a pro silver an aggressive pro]

[...Ha.]

I don't like going outside of my comfort zone unless it's really worth it. [But alright. He opens up his bag again and shows the woman a little of what's inside- three wads of those big bills is enough to get the idea, right?- and zips it up before setting it on the table.]

Deal one more hand. If you win, you get my bag. If I win, you double what he owes you and grab me some cough medicine.

[while she hustles hustlers, she's still a gambler herself and has to take that

though gold looks a little wary - are you sure, dude??

"That's a big stake. Do you know a gambler besides that guy? Okay, I'll play. I have the money to burn, anyway, though adding to that wouldn't hurt my pride any. And I'll buy you the cough medicine either way." so she'll deal one more hand]

[Don't worry about it, Gold.

The dealer has to show her hand; it's a soft seventeen. Adequate, but not great. Silver, on the other hand, has one card hidden and one shown. The revealed card on top is a jack.

Although judging by the surprise on his face and sudden lift in his expression, his other card must be something great...]

[sick people aren't that good at poker faces

so speaking of bold moves she's gonna hit and--

a six

that's twenty-three

well, damn]

[Oh hey guess he'll stay then

you know, with his sixteen

smile smile]