Fair Play Card Game Novels & Stories

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

Yolanda’s heart was almost in her throat now. This Philip Clarke, was he really going to lose a hand because of her? Philip was taken aback and said, “Three queens. It seems that my luck today is almost over and it's your turn to get lucky.” While saying that, he shook his head and slowly flipped over the open-faced cards into the air in front of him. As long as Philip’s card was withheld, it meant that he had folded, and it would be equivalent to declaring the foreigner as the winner for this round.

A casual look round the table told her that the smart gentleman had a good poker face, and either the mink coat lady had a bad hand or she was trying to bluff. Everyone laid down their starting bets. Adrea pretended to hesitate and then went with it. Aris had a small smile on his face as he looked at her. She was not fooling him. The dealer laid down three cards. Adrea fought off a frown as she saw the cards. There was an eight, a five, and a seven. All of the same suit. If anyone had the same suit, they had a flush, and the chances of someone having a straight were also not nil. She watched Aris as he checked; the gentleman next to him did the same. The mink coat lady folded. Adrea was not

He always finds a way to show up. "A penny for your thoughts, Kyra." "No." He grins. "Why? Were they just in the gutter?" I pick a card from mine available and deal three pairs of fives. It's a warning that I'm ready to win this game. Zane stops talking and gets back to focusing on the game. In the end, I'm not angry when he opens his cards, and I see he's holding all 2's. I tried my best for a first timer. Card games are luck bound, not particularly skill.

"Hey, if you don’t want to know about your brother, don’t ask." "Now why would I want to be in this game if I can’t ask the fun questions?" She finished shuffling and dealt the cards, and once more he caught the smirk. She had a point. This game could take any direction, which is what made it fun. "Game is 5 card stud, one-eyed Jacks wild." He couldn't help but roll his eyes. Of course, she would pick the hardest game with the less freakin’ wilds. He pulled his cards up and looked them over, rather surprised to see them. A three-of-a-kind wasn’t bad when one was playing stud. He placed his bet and grinned to himself as she debated her own before taking up his bet.

"Then it will be easy to defeat you." Across from her, he shuffled the deck himself, careful and exact. Every move appeared fluid and well-practiced. In a whisper, cards slipped across the felt and shattered. In keeping with his tone, she enquired, "What are we playing for?" He grinned. "A request." Her forehead raised. "What sort of request?" "The dangerous type. I get to request a hand if you lose one. You have to give an honest response. If you succeed...

I asked still raising a single brow at him as he looked up and gave me one of his teasing smiles. "You'll pick a card from your opponent side and say or do whatever you see in the card, we're just to go for the truth 5 times and for the dare, there's no backing out," He said as the corner of his mouth twitched while I nodded in anticipation more curiously. "The Blue card is for truth and the red card is for the dare, so we'll be going for the blue card first," He notified me while I stared at the two cards in affirmation.

Nodding I salute and begin to sashay towards the card table in the rear, adding a bit of extra sway to my step. Card table three is deep into a game called Soldier’s Folly, a card game of chance and skill where a player can gain or lose a fortune in the blink of an eye. Sitting at the table are 4 well-dressed Fae of indeterminate age, one of which is wearing so much gold he can hardly move without reflecting the light. Taking a seat, I sip my beer and blink up at them, making sure my breasts are on full display. Fae women are often nearly flat-chested, so my large endowments often draw a lot of attention. “Could you deal me in?”

Nate asked. “It’s called Egyptian Rat Screw, and the point is to get all the cards,” I answered while laying my card down. The game is simple. A deck of face cards gets distributed evenly among the players. Nobody looks at their cards. Each player places a card in the middle face up. If a Jack is played, the next player has one chance to play a face card or an Ace otherwise the player who laid down the Jack gets the pile. A Queen gives you two chances to get a face card, King three chances, and an Ace four chances. Also, if you slap doubles, you get the pile. “Poker is a lot more fun,” he grumbled.

I smirked and put the first card on my table. "No!" the second lady said, which made me look at her. "Give that card to her." She's referring to the third girl on my right side. "You might be cheating on us." "That's unfair!" I immediately said. "I've been giving cards counterclockwise lately, and the first card was mine. Are you trying to steal my luck with this card?" I raised my left eyebrow. "If you're not cheating, give that card to her." "Fine! But to make it fair, let me jumble the cards first and give her the first card. Watch carefully if I am cheating. Duhh!" I glared at them.