Those Worse Off Than You

"That old game? Hey- I'm the arcade master, you choose, I'll kick your Ace at anything," Angel boasted.

"Okay," Ace stated, walking up to the machine and putting in his quarter at the same time Angel did. "Two player. Who ever dies first looses."

"Okay," Angel agreed. "But we gotta make the stakes higher."

"What do you mean?"

"Ten dollars to the winner," Angel stated.

"Okay," Ace agreed as the game began and the two raced to see who would win.

I stood in the backround and listening to the cursing and laughing from the two before, ten minutes later, Ace cheered, "Yes."

"Damn."

"Ten Dollars, please," Ace said, holding out his hand.

Angel dug through his pockets and slapped a crisp ten dollar bill into Ace's hand in a whining tone.

"I'll bet you didn't know he was that good at that game, did you," I said.

"How... wait, I don't even want to know. Just. ergh- don't rub it in."

Ace and I began to laugh.