5 Nights At Chuck E Cheese's Novels & Stories

“I have a job in Las Vegas next week. Someone wants to hire my photography service. Would you like to come with me?” Chuck’s eyes widened. “Why not? It has been a long time since I last gambled with chick.” “Ops! No girls! Just you and me.” ‘I don’t want to get unlucky when you bring girls,’ he thought. “No girls? Okay. I got it, dude.” Andrius just smiled. He knew that they would enjoy a friend even if they were not with women.

I opened my fortune cookie, and saw my home address. The restaurant was called Golden Dragon, a tired little place on the corner of Maple and Eighth, where the paper lanterns were faded and the sweet-and-sour sauce came from a jug. I went there alone on a Tuesday night because my girlfriend had canceled on me and leftovers seemed better than an empty kitchen. The waiter brought the check and the cookie—a cellophane-wrapped crescent, slightly stale. I cracked it open without thinking, pulled out the tiny slip of paper, and read the words printed in that generic fortune-cookie font.

Shifters are scarier then most Others in the fact that unless you knew a person's eye color and dental make up, you wouldn't even be able to tell they were a shifter. Going in and order food and a couple beers, I gave my thanks to them for staying open 10 mins longer then usual. I had just walked in when they were stacking chairs. Chittlers is a mom and pop chicken joint that had its regular late-night drinkers and munchers to keep it open. They aren't elaborate, and I'm not sure who the owners are. Either way, it was definitely one of my favorite places for fried chicken.

Nathan, who saw them, shouted and laughed at their asses as sometimes, they hit the air only, but were not the primary target, so they lost. “Better luck next time, bud,” said Nathan as he tapped Chuck’s shoulder. “Yeah,” Chuck responded. “It was not a big deal.” “What do you want to play next?” asked Daphne with excitement in her voice while she eyed Nathan. And could see nothing wrong with his movement. “Coin Pusher! Let’s buy more coins and win many tickets!” Chuck cried out. “Well, it’s kinda fun, so let’s do it!” agreed Nathan, and he didn’t let them know he had met a problem, yet he wanted to join the happiness with them.

I got out and stretched and then walked up to the pay station to put my eleven dollars in the slot to buy my spot for the night. NICCO POV I was keeping an eye on Charlie. He was determined to get justice for his father and, if he had any say in the matter, it was going to happen tonight. Kurt, the youngest of the wolves, told us about a bar in Chinatown that catered to the supernatural. Apparently our three guys would hang out there, playing darts and shooting pool with other wolves.

Chuck wondered if she was a working girl, although she certainly wasn't dressed like it. Suddenly she ask, "Are you from out of town?" "Yea", Chuck said, "West Coast. I'm here for a seminar." as he sipped on his drink. "I'm here because I wanted to get out of the house," she said. "My kids are at their grandparents in Florida this week as they are on spring break." Chuck looked at the ring finger on her left hand and could see the discoloration where her wedding ring had been. "What about your husband?" Chuck asked as he had another sip of his drink.

I was annoyed because of his sympathetic attitude. But still, I feel guilty for being rude to Ezekiel. I don't like him kissing me without my consent. "Kim Aurora, Will you come with me later? It's Erik's birthday. We are all invited. Later in the evening, around six." Princes said to me while grabbing the books to carry. When I went to college, I was busy with school. "Where will that be held?" I ask. "At the Makipot Resort."

I said, "I'll make it easy on you. If you win, the bet stays the same, I do you. If I win— your wife does the honors to me." "Man, you like to live dangerously." "Unless you want to do me yourself. Straight odds. I'll spot you the twenty-one points my team is behind." "Are you crazy?" "Take it or leave it." "Taken." He stuck out his fleshy hand. We shook. "My name's Chuck. It's going to be a real enjoyable experience, mister, watching you suck my dick." "I hope your wife gives good head." "You'll never find out."

"Like what?" Nick sat back reaching out for her hand, "like I have Tate every other weekend so that is out. Your dad and I sometimes fish on the weekends so we have to take that into account." Cheyenne nodded, "what I'm hearing is you're going to start letting me spend the night here."

I grin mischievously. “What? Daddy?” He groans louder. “Stop playing with me.” I laugh just as the waitress arrives with our food. After dinner, we decide to gamble a little. We grab our promotional vouchers and hit the slots first. Shane tries roulette and wins three hundred dollars. I cheer like we just hit the lottery. Later I wander over to my favorite slot machine, because I had lost the voucher money plus forty dollars. “The Running Buffalos.” Shane laughs. “You’re serious about this buffalo thing, huh?”