ScaryAtton

“There’s nothing crueler, you know?” The bartender polishing a glass, just looks at him, he’s heard this all before. “Hope. There’s nothing worse.” It’s an old one, the bartender has heard it from people from all walks of life, Soldiers; Republic and Sith, Traders, Husbands and Wives, Murderers and Peace Keepers. He took a brief glance at the man, wondering briefly which category he fell into. “I remember this one guy. He’d dreamt of being something great, and it all collapsed around him, and he just stayed there, clinging to the past, praying that the good times would return the

Seventeen plus two gives me nineteen. I hold. You've got twelve and you get a six. Eighteen. Do you give this one to me or is the need to surpass me so great? You call for another card. It's not your lucky day. Plus four. Even the negative six that you obviously have hiding in your palm can't save you now. You tell me it's an unlucky draw. The falsity of your smile falters under its fake weight and you bend down to pick up your belongings. And you leave and I stay and we both know the reason you can't get that lucky draw. There's no way you're beating my perfect score. First thing they do when they wake up is frown and look around. When t