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"Bon appétit, Clement." Phineas leaned back, his black diamond crown catching the flickering candlelight of the dining hall. Clement stared at the silver platter. His hands shook. Dirt was still caked under his fingernails from the slums, a sharp contrast to the embroidered white tablecloth. On the plate sat a small, heap of blue-tinted microchips, shimmering like cold glass.

Maybe not that one…. "Are you threatening me?" Caius phased into my space behind my phone holding a bag of chips I looked at the bag, it had BBQ in bright yellow contrasting with the orange packaging, i had not seen him ever choose any other flavour except this one. I had tasted it before, it was not my favourite flavour of chips but it had an interesting flavour, my mouth began to water, I had been tinkering so much I had forgotten to eat something, I sighed holding onto my sad stomach,

What he'd seen on the street and what was printed on that report added up to the same thing. He shoved Sabrina off him, hard. She stumbled two steps. Shock bloomed across her face. Dante walked straight to the cashier's cage. The server's tray shook as he got close. He leaned down and picked up a black chip between two fingers. His shirt cuff was white under the chandelier. The knuckles holding the chip were rough with calluses—the kind you get from years of handling a gun, or cards. Cold, hard, quiet. A black chip in the Vegas underground meant no-limit obedience. Half a million dollars.

He stood up from the stool and went back to the cupboard to bring four packets of chips. " I just want to get drunk today, as drunk as I can, " he responded, placing the chips on the table. " You should drink up, though you'll get drunk faster than me, " he added and I took the drink and chugged it down, heeding to his advice. I cringed at the taste and he chuckled, opening one packet of chips and giving it to me. I took the chips and ate from it as he poured another drink in mine and his cup.

I smiled at Dean, trying desperately to take my eyes off his chest, "He almost ran me over with his car because I ran into the road to pick up a bag of ice cream." Dean returned a smile, "Nut job." "Why do you call her Chip, then?" Jenna asked again. "Her favorite ice cream is strawberry chocolate chip." He informed her. "How wonderful." Jenna said bluntly. "So, how about we all play a game?" Chris suggested, drumming his fingers on his thighs. "Oouu, I have an idea." Jenna chirped. "Let's play Never Have I Ever." We all agreed to play Never Have I Ever. Dean got out four bottles of beer and handed one to each of us. We all sat on the floor Chinese style and we had formed some sort of circle

Cassy said through gritted teeth “ you didn’t bother helping right I shouldn’t have asked you to go freshen up “ Cassy murmured “ wow looks delicious “ Fred complimented when he saw how Cassy decorated the chilaquiles The tortilla chips was soaked in a red sauce then topped with shredded chicken,chorizo,beef and scrambled egg with the cheese , coriander and sliced onions surrounding it “ I can’t wait to taste it “ Fred said salivating “ you didn’t bother to help me after freshening up “ Cassy complained pouting her lips “Sorry I just wanted you to be the only one that will prepare the meal because you haven’t prepared any meal for me ever since I got to know you “ Fred explained taking his s

With so many witnesses, he had no room to cheat. To prevent skilled players from manipulating the outcome through controlled shaking, the large dice cup featured an automatic shaking mode. Logan pressed a button. The cup began to rattle loudly. More than ten seconds passed before the sound stopped. Logan gestured casually. "Place your bets." "Big. Bet big!" Lydia called out. Dominic pushed forward the 20,000-dollar chips. The room fell quiet. Logan lifted the lid without ceremony. Beneath the transparent glass cover, the dice showed one, five, six. Big.

I shook my head, holding the cups tightly as I looked at the deadly monster who had just destroyed a whole store, now completely defeated by a sweet convenience store drink. The sound of my own laughter felt strange in the warm morning air, I looked at Raphael’s handsome, twisted face, and before my brain could even think about it, my fingers simply let go. The two heavy plastic cups and the large bag of potato chips slipped right out of my hands. They hit the cold pavement below with a loud, wet splat. The blue slushie spilled out, and the bag of chips popped open, scattering the salty white pieces everywhere.

Gopher was over the moon. He took the money and made a beeline for the counter, all too happy to exchange them for chips. This time, he didn’t get chips of a hundred for Charlie. The smallest value of the chips started from a thousand, and then to two thousand, five thousand and ten thousand. When Gopher returned with the chips, he placed them respectfully in front of Charlie and said politely, “Mr. Wade, your chips. You can count them.” “No need.” Charlie didn’t even bother to look at them. He took out a chip worth ten thousand Canadian dollars and threw it at Gopher with an indifferent drawl, “This is for you.”

I reached into my pocket, picked up a handful of chips from the bottom, and stuffed it in my mouth. "Hot! Hot!" I yelled but continued to chew on my salty favorite. Forget about first degree burns, these fries are amazing! Because I was so busy stuffing chips into my mouth, it took me a second to realize that no one spoke. I looked up and noticed that Kudo and Sloan were having a rather bizarre eyeball match. I think Kudo is losing. Interesting here.