XP Holiday: Next Shooter
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xp_logsJubilee and Kevin visit the resort casino.
"Lee, for the last time, these are table games. Which means the dealer represents the house. So there's no amount of accidentally flashing them in your tiniest top is going to help your odds." Kevin snagged one of the resort t-shirts on the way up the lane and tossed it to her.
Jubilee rolled her eyes but caught the t-shirt as it launched her way. It took a moment but with some tucking she’d turned the bright icon to someone’s nepotism fueled graphic design project into a half way descent crop top.
“Dude, it’s a hot day, I was going for comfort.”
"You were not. Remember Lee, I'm a significantly better and more experienced liar than you are." Kevin said lightly as they went through the doors of the casino. "Where do you want to start?"
“Hmm, how are you at cards?”
Jubilee nodded toward the blackjack tables where dealers were currently working over several casually dressed vacationers. She didn’t deign to answer Kevin’s knowledge of her, just because he was right didn’t mean she had to tell him that.
"Mugs game. 52% weighted towards the house. But dice..." He gave her a wolfish grin. "Dice I know."
“Oh, this I have to see, Dude. I am but your innocent student, so lead on.”
Jubilee laughed and gestured for him to choose the table. She’d never done dice, but she was always willing to learn from masters.
"Craps is all about the odds. It's clean, in a weird way." Kevin said as they approached the table.
“This is the one with the whole snake eyes right?” Jubilee asked, pondering the personality she wanted to wear for this. Herself, or someone else? “What’s the play?”
"If you're the shooter, you want to roll a natural - sevens or eleven off the bat for a natural. If you roll a four to ten, you need to then make that point before rolling a natural. Two, three and twelve are crapping out. For now, you're just going to bet pass or don't pass, and if you're good, I show you how to come or don't come." Kevin said. "Those are the actual terms."
“Is this the point where I start calling you Daddy?” Jubilee asked with amusement but she indicated for him to lead them to the table. The rules seemed simple enough and a round of the game should get her used to the terms. She’d always been a quick study when it came to games of chance, especially ones where it was rigged from the beginning. “Don’t worry, Kev, I’m sure you’ll have me coming in no time.”
"You understand comments like that actually significantly decrease any sexual attraction you might have? I can feel my libido shriveling as we speak." Kevin said wryly, taking up position. "Shooter holds the dice until they crap out."
“Babe, if I were trying to attract you it wouldn’t be in the middle of a resort casino with cheesy lines,” Jubilee noted as she continued past and took up position on the opposite side of Kevin on the left of the dealer. They wouldn’t need to talk to communicate, given how long they’d worked together. “Anyone willing to get a lady a drink?”
"Lee, for the last time, these are table games. Which means the dealer represents the house. So there's no amount of accidentally flashing them in your tiniest top is going to help your odds." Kevin snagged one of the resort t-shirts on the way up the lane and tossed it to her.
Jubilee rolled her eyes but caught the t-shirt as it launched her way. It took a moment but with some tucking she’d turned the bright icon to someone’s nepotism fueled graphic design project into a half way descent crop top.
“Dude, it’s a hot day, I was going for comfort.”
"You were not. Remember Lee, I'm a significantly better and more experienced liar than you are." Kevin said lightly as they went through the doors of the casino. "Where do you want to start?"
“Hmm, how are you at cards?”
Jubilee nodded toward the blackjack tables where dealers were currently working over several casually dressed vacationers. She didn’t deign to answer Kevin’s knowledge of her, just because he was right didn’t mean she had to tell him that.
"Mugs game. 52% weighted towards the house. But dice..." He gave her a wolfish grin. "Dice I know."
“Oh, this I have to see, Dude. I am but your innocent student, so lead on.”
Jubilee laughed and gestured for him to choose the table. She’d never done dice, but she was always willing to learn from masters.
"Craps is all about the odds. It's clean, in a weird way." Kevin said as they approached the table.
“This is the one with the whole snake eyes right?” Jubilee asked, pondering the personality she wanted to wear for this. Herself, or someone else? “What’s the play?”
"If you're the shooter, you want to roll a natural - sevens or eleven off the bat for a natural. If you roll a four to ten, you need to then make that point before rolling a natural. Two, three and twelve are crapping out. For now, you're just going to bet pass or don't pass, and if you're good, I show you how to come or don't come." Kevin said. "Those are the actual terms."
“Is this the point where I start calling you Daddy?” Jubilee asked with amusement but she indicated for him to lead them to the table. The rules seemed simple enough and a round of the game should get her used to the terms. She’d always been a quick study when it came to games of chance, especially ones where it was rigged from the beginning. “Don’t worry, Kev, I’m sure you’ll have me coming in no time.”
"You understand comments like that actually significantly decrease any sexual attraction you might have? I can feel my libido shriveling as we speak." Kevin said wryly, taking up position. "Shooter holds the dice until they crap out."
“Babe, if I were trying to attract you it wouldn’t be in the middle of a resort casino with cheesy lines,” Jubilee noted as she continued past and took up position on the opposite side of Kevin on the left of the dealer. They wouldn’t need to talk to communicate, given how long they’d worked together. “Anyone willing to get a lady a drink?”
