#boo boo the fool gambles and is shocked that he wins

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ARGHHH ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????????? AT LIKE 40 PITY????? ARGHHHH MY SUNDAY FUNDS..........

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An excerpt from the El Dorado fic I’m currently writing. If anyone likes this then I’ll continue it :D

I know this isn’t the most popular AU but I’m balls deep in this shit and I love it lmao so here y’all go. This is the first bit of the first chapter:

The dice hit the cobblestone with a loud clack, and just as Jasper expected, the crowd around him jumped in an onslaught of both cheering and booing. Smirking at the redhead fuming opposite of him, he most graciously swept up both the dice and the giant pile of coins, “Well, it was a great game while it lasted, my friend, but I’m afraid this is the end!”

The redhead scowled, stuffing his own dice into the pocket of his trousers, “Right.” He gritted through his teeth.

Before either of them could officially part ways, one of the men standing next to the redhead, threw his arms out at Jasper, “Wait!”

Jasper looked down at the man, wondering what on earth was going to come blabbering out of his mouth. Jasper had collected more than enough money to last him the next week, so he wasn’t too keen on gambling again, “What?”

“One more round!” The man pleaded; he looked weak as his frame trembled with hope. Like most of the people gathered around, he probably hadn’t had a proper meal in at least month or two.

Jasper sighed, trying his best to look sincere as he gestured with the money in his arms, “I’d gladly win more money from you, but that’s the problem, isn’t it? You actually need to have more money.”

Jasper was about to turn and leave for the second time, when the man quickly swung his gangly arm out and cut him off, “You’re right, señor, I do not have anymore money to bet with-”

“So our business here is done!” Jasper fake cheered, trying to leave, but failing once again.

“Nonononono, señor, but listen to me,” The man said in a hushed voice, leaning in closer to Jasper’s face than what he would’ve liked. He patiently waited as the man grabbed an old clump of parchment from his jacket pocket. Jasper wrinkled his nose at it, unsure as to why it was currently being thrusted into his face.

“Erm-”

“It-It’s a map!” The man bounced with glee; as if he’d just done something great by making Jasper nauseous from the smell of dirty paper.

Jasper recomposed himself and sighed, taking a step back to get some fresh air -- or, well, fresher air; the air in Spain wasn’t exactly the cleanest -- and glanced back quickly to his redheaded opponent, who didn’t say anything in return. Jasper gaped at the poor old man, “I don’t want your seed-smeared map, señor, so if you would kindly-”

“It’s the map to El Dorado!” He blurted out, “You know, city of gold? Land of milk and honey?”

“Yes, I know what El Dorado is! But-” Jasper spared another glance back at his opponent, who simply gave him a look. Jasper, much to his displeasure, took the offer. “Fine. Your map against my gold.”

The man jumped up happily, “Thank you, señor, thank you!” He beamed.

Jasper dumped the money back into the center of the circle and the man dropped the map in after.

He was about to roll when the man stopped him, “Is this just what you do? You just stop people from whatever it is they’re about to do?” Jasper asked lamely.

The old man smiled something wicked, “For good luck. Take them,” Jasper watched as he held out some plain white dice in the palm of his hand. A spike of panic jolted through him and he almost dropped his own dice. This wasn’t something that Jasper expected and if he had known, he would’ve walked away with his money, fuck the map.

He had no other choice now. If he declined, then it would be obvious that his dice were loaded. Jasper sighed and snatched the dice out of the other man’s hand. Inhaling and praying to Jesus that he could roll a seven, Jasper cupped his hands, blowing on the dice for extra luck, “I call a seven!” He yelled. Reluctantly, he tossed them to the ground.

The crowd was silent.

Jasper, with his eyes closed tightly, was painfully aware of every sound; the hitched breaths of the villagers caught in the still air, the anticipatory shuffle of his opponents like bells ringing in his ears, and his own heart trying to break out of his chest was louder than any war drum he’d ever heard. It all lead up to that very moment when the dice hit to cobblestone, tumbling, rolling, and finally landing.

Cheers erupted from the crowd. Jasper’s eyes shot open and he stared down at the dice.

“S-Seven… Oh my god…” How did that even happen?! Jasper leapt with excitement, laughing at the old fool in front of him. It was obvious that he was angry and in complete shock. This was absolutely crazy! Jasper ran over and snagged the gold and the map.

“Dios mío…” The man muttered, “You cheated! You had to!”

Jasper smiled with a fake kindness, “Mi amigo, I think you’re just being a sore loser.”

Jasper noticed a shift in the crowd’s mood. Although everyone was still booming with admiration and hysteria, it was subtle enough that if he didn’t leave now, there’d be some kind of outbreak. Quickly, Jasper bid farewell to the man and the redhead, but that’s when it happened.

He bumped into one of the villagers and his loaded dice slipped out of his hand.

He turned, and the old fool was fuming.

“Fuck.”