Putting all her chips on lucky thirteen.
Roulette rewarded the three to five people who carried luck in their back pocket.
It made one wonder if they were a part of that club.
Maybe it was too much to count on since her skirt didn’t even have a front pocket, much less two.
Eventually, the ball landed on eleven, ending her night. Time to hit the buffet and eat some of that beef.
Perhaps the most antiquated name for such a modern device
Here is a pocket supercomputer
Or a way to send text messages around the globe in a blink of an eye
No one thinks its primary function is to hold a voice conversation anymore
Everyone keeps it on silent and never answers anyway
Balls doing acrobatics down the hardwood lanes
Outside the second arrow trying to find the pocket
When in reality my ball does what it wants
Leaving me more pins than I can spare.
Quinton checked his watch
Ursula should be walking her dogs by in two minutes
Everything led to this moment in space and time
Stepping up behind her, he slipped the package into Ursula’s pocket
That was worth the experience points