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Author: Maddie Cochere
$1,000 x 2. I squealed in delight, and several people came over to stand and watch as the machine racked up the credits on both lines. They could all laugh at me now. I didn’t care . I was a winner! I grabbed the cash voucher ticket, slipped it into my purse , and decided to move on. A small tussle erupted behind me as two women started arguing over who was next at the machine.
I walked past the poker room, but was still excited over the slots win and didn’t feel like sitting still with a poker face. A boisterous crowd at a craps table drew my attention, and I walked over to watch the action. A grandmotherly-type woman had been rolling and winning for the table. The crowd was elated until she rolled a seven . They then offered up a collective groan. Some people stayed at the table, others took their winnings and left.
I moved to the rail, placed a $100 bill on the table in front of me, and said, “Change, please.” The dealer gave me ten chips, and I placed one on the pass line. A grizzled old man was up to roll next, and he rolled a seven. Everyone cheered. Just like that , I was up $10.
I played fairly conservatively by playing the pass line with odds, occasionally placing a come bet, or betting 6’s and 8’s. My winnings grew little by little. The player to my right left the table, and a good-looking, distinguished, gray-haired gentleman moved into the open space . He was dressed stylishly in obviously expensive clothing and was sporting quite a bit of bling.
He nodded his head to me and smiled. I checked to be sure my ring was prominently positioned on the rail and gave him a little smile back. I kept my focus on the table. The current shooter, a cowboy from Texas , was on a roll and had made several points. Everyone at the table w as loud and having fun.
As the man beside me waited for the next come-out roll to be able to start playing, he leaned my way and said, “You’re playing well. I’ve been watching, and I see you play with caution, yet you win. Do you have a system?”
“Nope,” I sort of bandied his way. I didn’t want to start a conversation with the man.
He threw his head back, laughed, and said, “Well, then you must be one lucky lady.”
The cowboy’s run finally ended with a seven and another collective groan from the players. The dice were presented to the man beside me, but he declined and passed to me saying, “Go ahe ad lucky l ady. Rub some luck off on all of us.”
I was up a couple of hundred dollars by now. It wasn’t a huge amount, but I had been at the table for a while , and it had been a lot of fun so far. I hoped this man wouldn’t spoil the experience.
I placed a $10 chip on the pass line, and then with a mischievous smile, placed a $10 chip on the table and told the stickman, “Prop bet number 11 please.”
The man beside me smirked and said, “You won’t stay lucky making sucker bets!”
I igno red him and tossed the dice. They appeared to move in slow motion. The elev en was such a high-odds bet, I was sure the man would say something even more derisive when I lost the chip. The dice bounced off the rubber pyramid at the end of the table and danced back along the green felt. They settled , and the crowd cheered again. The red dice were showing eleven. Not only had everyone who bet the pass line won, but I made a quick $150 by betting on the eleven.
The man beside me laughed a boisterous laugh again and said, “Well, well, well. L ucky l ady you are! Roll again, baby.”
Baby! Ugh. Nobody calls me baby , not even Mick . I really didn’t like the vibe I was getting from the man. I rolled again. And again. And again. I had control of the dice for almost 45 minutes. People were happy, they were loud, and they were making money. I was kicking myself for not betting on more numbers and having higher odds.
I knew my luck was going to run out soon, and I had a quick flashback to my childhood. Aunt Charlotte and I used to sit and roll dice. We would will the
I walked past the poker room, but was still excited over the slots win and didn’t feel like sitting still with a poker face. A boisterous crowd at a craps table drew my attention, and I walked over to watch the action. A grandmotherly-type woman had been rolling and winning for the table. The crowd was elated until she rolled a seven . They then offered up a collective groan. Some people stayed at the table, others took their winnings and left.
I moved to the rail, placed a $100 bill on the table in front of me, and said, “Change, please.” The dealer gave me ten chips, and I placed one on the pass line. A grizzled old man was up to roll next, and he rolled a seven. Everyone cheered. Just like that , I was up $10.
I played fairly conservatively by playing the pass line with odds, occasionally placing a come bet, or betting 6’s and 8’s. My winnings grew little by little. The player to my right left the table, and a good-looking, distinguished, gray-haired gentleman moved into the open space . He was dressed stylishly in obviously expensive clothing and was sporting quite a bit of bling.
He nodded his head to me and smiled. I checked to be sure my ring was prominently positioned on the rail and gave him a little smile back. I kept my focus on the table. The current shooter, a cowboy from Texas , was on a roll and had made several points. Everyone at the table w as loud and having fun.
As the man beside me waited for the next come-out roll to be able to start playing, he leaned my way and said, “You’re playing well. I’ve been watching, and I see you play with caution, yet you win. Do you have a system?”
“Nope,” I sort of bandied his way. I didn’t want to start a conversation with the man.
He threw his head back, laughed, and said, “Well, then you must be one lucky lady.”
The cowboy’s run finally ended with a seven and another collective groan from the players. The dice were presented to the man beside me, but he declined and passed to me saying, “Go ahe ad lucky l ady. Rub some luck off on all of us.”
I was up a couple of hundred dollars by now. It wasn’t a huge amount, but I had been at the table for a while , and it had been a lot of fun so far. I hoped this man wouldn’t spoil the experience.
I placed a $10 chip on the pass line, and then with a mischievous smile, placed a $10 chip on the table and told the stickman, “Prop bet number 11 please.”
The man beside me smirked and said, “You won’t stay lucky making sucker bets!”
I igno red him and tossed the dice. They appeared to move in slow motion. The elev en was such a high-odds bet, I was sure the man would say something even more derisive when I lost the chip. The dice bounced off the rubber pyramid at the end of the table and danced back along the green felt. They settled , and the crowd cheered again. The red dice were showing eleven. Not only had everyone who bet the pass line won, but I made a quick $150 by betting on the eleven.
The man beside me laughed a boisterous laugh again and said, “Well, well, well. L ucky l ady you are! Roll again, baby.”
Baby! Ugh. Nobody calls me baby , not even Mick . I really didn’t like the vibe I was getting from the man. I rolled again. And again. And again. I had control of the dice for almost 45 minutes. People were happy, they were loud, and they were making money. I was kicking myself for not betting on more numbers and having higher odds.
I knew my luck was going to run out soon, and I had a quick flashback to my childhood. Aunt Charlotte and I used to sit and roll dice. We would will the
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