A deal with dice

In a darkened pub, the deal would go down. They had chosen a fairly remote location, away from the city. It was quite old man’s pub for all purposes, the only thing out of place were two fresh faced men placing so sort of dungeons and dragons game. No one thought much about it and the meeting began. The dealer and the supplier needed to talk about the previous batch. One had cut the other short, though in truth both and screwed the other over. One was light on the cash, the other had padded the product. Still neither one could break face on the matter. There’s no honour in crime or business after all. After the second pint, the barriers broke down and a new deal was in the works. Throughout the conversation, the clatter of dice hitting the wooden table caused mild annoyance to the pair. A professional would have let it be, but these were not calm men. Maybe it was the stress of the start of the encounter or just the booze, but something forced one of the men to take it upon themselves to address the men playing their game.

‘ Would you two fucking faggots cut out your game?’ he shouted.

The pair looked at the dealer.

‘ What would you do about it?’ asked One of the gamers.

The dealer pulled out a knife and stabbed it in the table.

‘ I’ve in middle of fucking deal and your noise is pissing me off, so either back it in or you’ll be both getting cut up.’

The gamers smiled to each other and from their shirts they pulled out police badges.

‘ You’re nicked sunshine,’ said the undercover policeman.

His partner then pulled out a pistol.

‘ I doubt you’ll be getting a saving throw against my fucking shot,’

The dealer turned around, but his supplier was long gone. After he was processed at the station the officers signed out. They saw two colleagues coming in.

‘ You got you Magic decks sorted lads?’ they laughed.

‘ We’ll keep doing it until it stops working,’ said the officers. ‘Speaking of which, boss says you’re undercover at the Birdcage, don’t forget your high heels ladies.’