"Career Sosa is +2."  Wheels did the math "That ties us at 10 each."  She picked up a jack of hearts laying to the side and threw it into the discard atop the eight of spades she'd just drawn.  "And I'm calling in an error to make it a score."  She uncovered a pip on the nine of diamonds partially obscured by a face-down fellow.  She was winning six-to-four at the top of the seventh, and looked good to win the game.<br/><br/>The gap-toothed fellow across from her stared down at the table with a sullen pout.  He was a grimy lad not quite old enough to shave, though some of that grime might be peach-fuzz decorating his pocked face.  The boy obviously didn't like losing, and Wheels didn't blame him.  Baseball was fairly popular in Gomorrah, though Wheels preferred the real thing to the card game.<br/><br/>You could find serious jingle collecting cards though, if you managed to put together a decent team.  Silly game, but then there wasn't fuck else to do around here but sit and play and keep your brain open for opportunity.  Almost a week now, and not a commission paying jack-shit to show for it.  Maybe it was time to wheel out of this burg and find someplace with more action.  She drew an ace as she thought, and winced.  An ace was bad news when you were pitching.<br/><br/>She lost the bottom half of course, and the game was now six-five.  To damn close to call. Shit.  She wasn't much disturbed by the fight, but there was no telling what an over-confident winner or a sore loser might do.  Drivers that lived kept their heads out of their asses, so while she brought up her next batter she let her peripheral vision and her ears tell her what was up and why.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Read the sitch: 7  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45756)</div></div>