Roulette

Button walked towards the area where he could hear the clatter of a smooth ball along a ridged cone. His head bobbed in time with it, in time with his thoughts as he tried to remind himself of the rules. He wasn’t an expert gambler, by any means, but he thought maybe that a simpler game like this would be a good second after slots.

The dealer asked for bets, and Button placed a few bits on a couple different squares, thinking that he didn’t have a real reason not to up his odds, not when he had so much. Then, the wheel spun, and the game was on!

...For about an hour.

As the Button checked his bits, he paled a little bit, having gone from having a decent fortune with him to maybe a hundred left. It was a little bit more than surprising to him, before he shrugged. He didn’t even know why slots had really gone his way even. He was gamer, not a watcher, and he couldn’t tell you what squares the roulette would land on.

Button only could claim to be good at that which he put his hands on, and this was one of the few games where his hands and eyes were completely useless, putting him on a completely even playing ground as everypony else.

Which, Button, being the kid at heart he was, didn’t even consider. He just thought he got unlucky, and went to leave, having had his fun, but wanting to see what else he might be able to find.

Strip Club

Alleyway

Author's Note

The links here are not broken, but time has passed, so things may have changed.