#i love andrew being a bitch! : ) it's so fun. also poor neil. Jean cheats. Andrew cheats. how's the boy supposed to win?

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy wednesday!!! one scoop of mafia boys please

WIP Wednesday (5/8) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 155)

Since Jean and Kevin returned, there’s been music coming from the kitchen that Neil vaguely recognizes. He hums along to a song he knows Jean has sung before and places a few cards down. He and Andrew have been neck and neck the whole game, but Neil’s about to win. He’s so close he can taste it.

“Remind me who’s winning,” Andrew says, flicking his fingers at the napkin Neil’s been scribbling points on. He’s got a handful of cards left and looks pissed about it.

“Me. I’ve got 475, you’re at 470.”

“Mm,” Andrew hums and clicks his tongue. “And you said the first to 500 wins.”

“Yep.”

Andrew nods, then smirks before snatching up the entire discard pile— to Neil’s confusion, doubling his hand. The goalie organizes his new cards in a flash and makes four different runs on his side of the table before dropping his very last card down beside the deck, effectively ending the game. Neil’s mouth drops open into a gape that probably makes him look like an imbecile, but he can’t help it. 

“What the fuck? How did—” Neil looks over Andrew’s plays to find that they’re all legal. He’s been beaten. Neil slaps his remaining cards against the table, but Andrew merely props his chin on his hand.

“Oh how the table turns.” Andrew says. “In a circle I mean. Since I was winning at the start.”

Neil bites the inside of his cheek. Damn it, this is worse than losing to Jean.

“Would you like to play Go Fish instead?” Andrew says, the taunt making Neil’s nostrils flare. “I also know Old Maid, if that would be easier for you.”

“Fuck you.” Neil grits out, counting their points and discovering that Andrew hadn’t just beat him. He annihilated him with that last hand, winning with 540 points to Neil’s paltry 490.

“I know a few other games that aren’t for children, but they might be too advanced for you.”

“Shut up.” Neil says. Then, “What other games?”

Andrew shrugs. “Spit, Poker, Egyptian Rat Screw—”

“Wait,” Neil holds up a hand. “What was that last one?”

“Egyptian Rat Screw,” Andrew repeats. “I learned it in juvie.”

Neil blinks. “In juvie? What did you do?”

“None of your business.” Andrew smiles sweetly. “Oh, do you know how to play war? It’s the simplest card game I know. Maybe you could win at that if I hold your hand—”

“I know war,” Neil spits. “Just deal the damn cards. For rummy. I’m winning the next one.”

Andrew gives the tiniest of smiles. “If you say so.”