Sunshine Jack

Fiction

The whiskey was starting to tickle the part of his brain that was gonna make his wallet piss itself.

Jack pushed the glass six inches away as though that would be an insurmountable distance.

He had moved from the Labouchere system on the roulette wheel and was going full Martingale now, trying for a big bang recoup.

On the whale tables in Vegas the croupie…

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