Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

Wickedby TundraStanza

For the first time in centuries, no… millennia, a certain pony claimed one win from every single casino in the strip.  Sure, he had a bit of an unlucky streak of losing almost as many caps, but it was still a bit unusual for someone to tackle every single one of those places on any given day.  Where discrimination and biases drove tourists to their specific favorites, this pony’s attitude seemed to screw the norms just because he had so many riches to throw around.

He inhaled deeply. “Ah, there’s nothing like the scent of a wicked stroke of luck blowing my way.”

“But Big Bro,” said a little whiny voice, “you lost two hundred caps after that last round of Omaha which basically negates your winnings from the previous casino’s Roulette.”

He stared in annoyance at the small colt that barely came up to half his height.

“Shut up, Mocha Bah.”