Mugman Casino Cups Novels & Stories

Someone yelled Rage Cage and the group roared like it was a war cry. I didn’t know what I was walking into. All I heard was “you bounce a ping pong ball and drink when you mess up.” Easy, right? Wrong. By my third round, I’d downed more beer than I had all month. The ball kept hitting the damn rim and sinking straight into the center death cups—aka the ones pre-loaded with warm, questionable beer. “Seriously?” I coughed after the third one, wiping my mouth. “Do you guys lube the cups or something?”

A red cup containing whatever liquid inside is shoved into Maggie's hand and when she attempts to drink from it, I snatch the cup away from her. "Rule number one, never accept a drink from total strangers at parties, you wouldn't know if it's spiked or not." I point out throwing the cup into a nearby trash bin. Ver only nodds, while Maggie's eyes widens as my word sinks in which has her mouth currently agape. She shuts her mouth and blinks twice, that I just smile. She is so adorable.

I make to walk over and grab his cup when Jagger puts a heavy hand on my shoulder. "Trust me man, don't touch the cup." Everyone in the vicinity laughs, but I'm unsure as to why. "It's cursed," Jagger whispers to me. "Take it from someone who found out the hard way. You do not touch Tyler Blackfoot's skull mug." "He serious?" I jerk my thumb in his direction as I pose the question to everyone at the table. "What do you think?" Tyler eyes me. Without a word, I grab the coffee pot, top off the cup, and walk back over to set it down again.

Aside from Goat, the other four were very excited as well, deathly afraid that they would be left behind. The man wasn't anxious by any means. Instead, he grabbed a wine glass from the round table. "That depends on who can get me another sacrificial offering next. All of you know what the terms are, and I intend to see who among you has what it takes for me to pass the mantle on. Raccoon Dog has already passed. "So, give it your best, everyone." The man raised his hand as he spoke, gesturing at the wall of money behind him. When they were picked to play this game, they had seen this on the internet. It was an online casino, and the prize was 100 million dollars with a 70% chance of success.

“No offense, sweetheart, but your husband has too much attitude. One week with one of us and you’d never look back to him.” Misha’s lip twitched. It wasn’t a smile. Sebastian quickly stepped in, palms raised. “Okay. That’s enough. You guys need to cut it out. Please.” But Misha didn’t back off. “I could have all of you in wheelchairs in three minutes, but where’s the fun in that? No, I'll give you a chance, instead.” “A chance, you say?” “We’re in a casino. Let’s make it worth the chips. Poker. Blackjack. Russian roulette, if you’re feeling suicidal. Winner takes the table. Loser?” Misha tilted his head slowly, eyes sweeping across the group like a reaper counting souls. “Loses everything.”

He even shook his head to really shake the hallucination that he’s seeing right now. “Should I slap him?” Magnus replied and the laughter brought Jet back to reality.. “Don’t bother. He might snatch this bread away from me,” Claud replied and munched another bite of the soft and creamy cinnamon rolls. “How did you– What are you doing here?!” Jet burst. He walked furiously towards the table and scanned what they were doing. There are two trays of cinnamon rolls and each of them have Iced Americano in front of them. It’s a relief for Jet because his favorite cup is not used.

Cus looked back over his shoulder. "Whatever you want." "Anything?" Cus’s eyes went wide, his sharp features finally softening. "Within reason. As long as I can buy it or steal it without losing a limb." "Reese’s Cups. A bulk crate once a month." Kan stared. "Reese’s Cups?" The guy was definitely pulling his leg. He demanded high-end tequila from Timothy, but from Kan, he wanted gas station candy? Cus nodded, licking his lips. "The miniatures. So I don't get a sugar crash as fast."

“If I have a choice, more cappuccino would do the trick.” “You’ve already had five f*cking cups?” Ian asked receiving a punch from Ian on the shoulder. “And I think that’s your fifteenth smoke today, right?” Cannon chuckled as Kane sat beside me, emptying the glass of whiskey into his system. I didn’t protest—should I? Cannon and Ian looked at us, envy burning in their eyes. Another black-out was creeping its way up to me. The mug slipped from my hand, causing the remaining of the warm cappuccino to stain my covers.

Celeste felt relieved as well. "Then, shall we celebrate this?" Megan announced. Looking at her empty cup, Megan grabbed Celeste's and took a big sip. She frowned at how bitter Celeste's espresso was. Celeste laughed at her reaction. She grabbed the cup from Megan and continued to sip on the coffee. "Where should we go?" "Let's hire a few male escorts to accompany us and have fun." "Pft!" Celeste couldn't help but spit some coffee out. … Megan's club was a classy one, and no special services were provided.

On the way out I stop in the kitchen and grab my favourite mug, one with a unicorn on it that says ‘I wish I was a unicorn so I could stab people with my head. We all step outside and Aaron locks up my place. Darrien insists on carrying all the bags, but I continue clutching one of my pillows and keep my mug hooked over a couple of my fingers. I have to work not to swing it around, something about having it hooked over my fingers makes me want to fiddle with it. Probably because it’s just balanced perfectly, the cute pictures aren’t the only reason it’s my favourite. Darrien loads all my stuff into the back of the car and I throw the pillow into the back seat. For some weird reason I decide