Mugman Casino Cups Novels & Stories

Krys exclaimed as she was jumping to something I don’t know the reason. “Muff, the drinks. Please,” Mich pleaded and even wrapped her arms around me. I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Pick. Come on. So that I can make it already,” I answered and prepared two lofty (large/tall) cups and one pygmy (small) cup for me. “Can I get Cookie Dough milkshake? Muff, with frappe and chocolate syrup. Please,” Mich said and so I raised my brow. “That syrup is not on the menu, Chi.” She just smiled at me and I glared at her. “Thank you, Muff! I love you, mwah!”

As she handed him the mug, I don't think I've ever seen a grown man look so excited. “Again, AMAZING. Juvia you are going to love this!” He said as he all but snapped the mug from her and licked the cream. “Slow down you barbarian. Juvia, I don't know how you could like it, so I made it how I would take mine. I hope that's ok? A pinch of cinnamon, cream and some chocolate shavings.” She smiled handing me a sparkling pink mug. “I don't think I've ever actually had any before.” I admitted as I looked at my feet. The three of them were silent and when I looked up, they were looking at me as if I had a second head.

I tell Jameson and he fixes the cups. Axle goes first and hits the front cup again. “Ball out,” I say and then aim at the cup and sink it. Cam claps his hand together once and shouts, “Fuck yes!” I look up at Axle and he’s smiling at me. I look back to the table. If they both miss, we win but that’s pretty unlikely considering they have 4 targets. They both make it, so they’re down to 3 cups. Axle goes first and hits the cup. Alright, if I make this we win. I take a deep breath and concentrate.

"Jack! I’ve been yelling my lungs out here!" I turn because I have to, and the man waving his hand is already grinning like he’s found a new toy. He has a scar running down his jaw and he looks a little drunk already, swaying as he lifts his empty mug at me. There are others scattered around, some playing cards, some arm wrestling, some yelling over each other about a bounty, and it feels like every sound is trying to crawl into my ears at once. "I'm coming, calm down," I say, trying to deepen my voice just a little, hoping it doesn’t crack or sound weird. My throat feels dry but I still grab his mug and refill it, pushing it back toward him.

But the moment the cup arrived in my hands, her smile froze at the corners of her mouth. … Each cup of coffee came with a specially designed sleeve from Ceres Manufacturing. Printed on them were explicit illustrations of Joseph and Monica’s… passionate encounters. Of course, the disgusting parts were pixelated. The people who received the drinks kept glancing between Joseph and Monica. “Usually, she seems so innocent. Didn’t expect her to play like this.” “Ha, look at mine. It’s heavily pixelated, but anyone who’s seen films like this would know it’s hardcore.”

Cindy curled up in a club chair next to me while Kenton was left in a chair on the far side of the room. Godwin entered with a tray containing mugs that were brimming with the aromatic beverage. He’d left just enough room in them for a shot of brandy to be added. I watched as he dispersed the mugs. I noticed that he, once again, served me in that odd mug that was never used and not a part of the set. “Where did you find this mug?” I asked as I accepted it from him. “In the cupboard, why?” he asked, innocently.

Eyes widening with horror, as they shuffle to the side to try and cover the mug they have already made. I step easily around them, they aren’t game to touch me to stop me, and I pick up the finished mug, it has a wolf on it and I read the slogan out loud with a giggle. “’In my defence the moon was full and I was left unsupervised.’ It’s clever, are you both horror fans?” “Ah… it’s a just a joke…” James starts but is cut off the sound of the timer buzzing for the other mug still in the heating press.

Well, my guys helped with photos of motorcycles taken from the Internet, indicating which models were needed. “I want every half-baked or converted junkie in town to work for me before they get their dose,” I continued. - I'm interested in any information about men in photographs or motorcycles. A 24/7 phone number is attached at the top, as is a generous reward if the information is helpful. Pimple held out another card from the Queen of Spades casino, which he had borrowed from Arthur's card case. It was clean, I mean without "left" numbers on the back, and I wrote my brother's number on it.

Wilbur smiled. "Manager!" one of the men shouted, and a beautiful lady walked over at once. Both men each took out a black card, handing it over to the manager. "Get us ten million dollars' worth of chips right now." The manager took the cards with a smile. "Of course, gentlemen. You're both VIP members of our casino who have spent over a hundred million dollars here, your chips will be brought over in no time." She sped off after that. The two men sneered coldly, looking over at Wilbur smugly.

However, as the cup began to lift… "Wait a minute!" A towering figure, nearly two meters tall with a beard like a lion's mane, slammed his hand down on the cup, halting the reveal. He turned to one of the gamblers, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Quite the nerve you've got, trying to pull a fast one in my house. "You thought you could control the dice with your little energy tricks? Did you really think we wouldn't catch on? Now, make your choice—left hand or right hand? Your call."