((Promenade, Deep Space Nine))
It seemed that Janice was onto a bit of a winning streak, and her focus on the wheel was sufficient distraction from her being the current centre of attention.
Double Evens rolled around, confirming Janice's bet and providing her with a considerable pile of slips. There were even a handful of strips in their haul.
Whittaker: That's... oh...
Dabo Girl: ::said resentfully:: ...a fortune.
Janice turned to Aine, a broad smile on her face.
Aine passed her some of their haul, seemingly passing up on her turn to bet. Janice motioned for Aine to take her turn.
Sherlock: Miss Whittaker, I insist. Besides, I don't want to ruin your streak. ::giving her a wink::
Whittaker: If you're sure?
Sherlock: I'm more than sure.
Whittaker: Alright then, here we go.
She approached the table again, eyeing what bets the other players had made and chewing her lip thoughtfully. As she reached out to toss in the slips she noticed
that all eyes were on her, feeling a rush of anxiety washing over her.
Sherlock: I don't think so. You stay here with me.
Janice glanced back, noticing that Aine had intercepted the Dabo Girl.
She turned back to the table, heart racing at the attention and tossed in the slips.
Whittaker: Triple Over.
There were a few gasps from some of the players, and Janice's bet was clearly far too high for one of them as he excused himself from the table. The wheel began
to spin, Janice began to chew the side of her thumb.
She shouldn't have bet that high. It was going to go against her.
Watching as the chirping wheel slowed, slowed further and then stopped Janice stared for a moment before clapping excitedly and bouncing on her toes.
Triple Over.
The fortune they had already picked up had just been increased five-fold and Janice turned, beaming at Aine.
((End Scene for Whittaker))
Petty Officer 3rd Class Janice Whittaker.
Fleet Operations Officer.
USS Octavia E Butler: NCC-82850.
Simmed by
1st Lieutenant Arturo Maxwell.
Marine Officer, 4/73 Marines.
USS Octavia E Butler: NCC-82850.
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