Could there be a better way to start the weekend than this? Saturday Centus is nothin' but fun, and adding my hundred words to Jenny's prompt is my idea of a good time. (You can recognize said prompt by its lovely red hue.)
The energy of this place was electric, a slow, sneaky jolt that pulsed through his nervous system like warm honey, sweet and just a little bit sticky. The sensations stuck, too: warm lights in a darkened room; the smell of good tobacco; the snap of clean, crisp decks mid-shuffle. The very air welcomed him.
Blackjack was his game, always had been. He liked the one-on-one of it, even in a crowd; he played against the deck, not the dealer. Red and black on bright-white, like a ledger. Money colors.
Everything depended upon this single card.
It was a lie. But he was a believer.