You have 4 free member-only stories remaining for the month. Subscribe now for unlimited access

The Powers in Vegas

“Are you kidding me?!” The red-faced man at the back of the casino exclaimed. He stood up with enough force to knock over his chair and glared at the other man across from him. The man shrugged his shoulders, a smirk claiming his lips.

“I don’t make the rules. I just play by them.” He stated, folding his arms across his broad chest. The red-faced man huffed, gave him a rather crude gesture, then stormed off. The remaining man chuckled and plucked the $2000 he had just won off the table. As he stood, he scanned the room for his next victim. The casino was filled with men and women hoping to strike it big in Vegas. The man stuck his hand in his pocket, fondling the golden drachma that was nestled deep within the corner of it. His smirk returned, and he made his way into the sea of people before him.

“Good evening, sir,” Atticus spoke to the young man he had gathered as he took his seat at the head of the table. “My name is Atticus Harper and I’ll be the dealer for this game of Blackjack.” The blue-eyed man smiled and folded his hands on the table. The man across from him scoffed and took a puff from the short cigarette in between his fingers.

“Blackjack is a specialty of mine. I’ve never lost a game.” He stated as Atticus shuffled the deck of cards. The dealer raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Never lost a game? Maybe I made a mistake in picking an opponent…” Atticus trailed off and set the cards down on the table. He picked his two cards and flipped one of them over. Afterwards, he slid off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. The man across from him stared at his forearm. Atticus followed his gaze, then looked at him and smiled. “Do you like my tattoo?” He asked his opponent.

“What the hell is it?” Atticus chuckled and looked him in the eyes as he raised his arm. It was covered in different shades of red and orange and yellow. There were scales that wrapped all around his forearm, then a fanning tail covered his wrist.

“It’s an Arowana. A dragon fish.” Atticus stated.

“Why would you get a damn fish tattooed on you?” His opponent asked, leaning back in his chair. The raven-haired man shrugged his shoulders.

“You never know when you are going to need a bit of luck. These little guys are considered lucky, ya know.”

“That’s the stupidest reason for getting a tattoo I’ve ever heard.” Atticus frowned.

“What’s your wager?”

“Well, since you aren’t an actual Blackjack dealer,” The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of car keys. “I’ll bet my Lykan Hypersport. I’ve never lost a game, so I’ve nothing to worry about.” Atticus nodded.

“That’s fair enough. Since this also isn’t a traditional game of Blackjack, I’ll place a bet as well.” Atticus reached into his pocket and pulled out the $2,000 he had won earlier and then some. “There’s $5,000 there.” The man laughed loudly and took another puff of his cigarette.

“Alrighty then. Give me my cards.” Atticus nodded and placed two cards in front of the man. The cards were an ace of spades and a five of hearts. Atticus raised an eyebrow and waited for his opponent to motion for a hit or a stay. While waiting, he glanced down at the only card he had turned over. It was a king of diamonds. Only ten points. Atticus looked back to the man across from him as he slid his hand into his other pocket. “Whoa, are you cheating?!” His opponent shouted. Atticus blinked his blue eyes in surprise.

“I’m only allowed two cards and they are right in front of me. How could I switch out my cards without you seeing me?” He questioned and pulled his drachma into sight. “I wouldn’t want to risk my chances, especially if I don’t know what my other card is. I was reaching for this.” He then held the coin up for the man to get a better look.

“What is it?” The man asked and pointed his index and middle finger at his card, an indication that he wanted a hit. Atticus flipped over the card on top of the deck and placed it on the table in front of the man. It was a four of hearts. The man smirked.

“It’s a drachma. I got it from a vendor in Spain. He said that it was a very special coin,” Atticus flipped the coin into the air. When he caught in his palm, the arowana on his arm began to move about on his forearm. He used his free hand to cover up the tattoo a bit, to keep his secret hidden from his opponent. He could feel the connection of his drachma and tattoo flow through his veins. “It’s considered lucky too. This coin in particular anyway.”

“Well, it looks like you’re gonna need it.” The man waved his hand over his cards. “I’ll stand. Jeremy Lewis has won this round. Go ahead and flip your other card. I want to see how close you were.” The dealer smirked as he flipped over his other card. Jeremy’s jaw dropped.

“What the hell?! How?!” He looked to Atticus, who only shrugged his shoulders,

“An ace counts as a one or eleven. I already have ten points.” Atticus stood up and rolled down his sleeves. He returned his jacket to his lithe form, humming as he did so. “Well, it was fun, Mr. Lewis,” Atticus smiled as he grabbed the money and the car keys off the table. “Be sure to call a cab to get you home. I’ll take care of the insurance and everything else later.” He gave a slight bow and began walking towards the exit of the casino, flipping his drachma along the way. Once outside and after having located his new car, he slid his jacket off once more and rolled up his sleeves as he looked at his coin. “Well, Bonaventure,” he put the keys in the ignition and looked to the tattoo on his arm instead of his coin. “We’ve been through so much here in Vegas. It seems like only yesterday you appeared on my arm.” The engine to the car was nearly silent as Atticus started it. “Whaddya say we head to Lake Charles? I hear they have some good casinos.” The tattoo on his arm moved furiously on his skin. The man smiled in response. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Then he sped off into the night, like an owl hunting for its prey. 

Recommend0 Simily SnapsPublished in All Stories