The Pilotside Chronicle

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I roll a perfect game. The siren goes off, dispensing two hundred tickets, adding to the already hefty sum in my bag. Jarf would do this thing where he’d price shit he wanted unreasonably, and then take it off the rack a few months later when no one could afford it as some sort of tax or money thing? I dunno, no one understood that dickhead. Anyway, I think the prize at the time was a PS3, and I already had one so I just had all this scrap paper taking up a ton of room in my bag.
It IS important to the story. Hold on.
He looks a little defeated in a way I wasn’t expecting. It made me worried and ashamed. ”We don’t ACTUALLY have to do this if you don’t want” I reassure him. ”If this is weird or bad we CAN stop.”
She looked me dead on, with her intense blue eyes, making me EXTRA wet…
YES! It IS important to the story! It’s a SEX story, Jess.
”N-no. A bet is a bet” she eeks out. ”And I’m going to keep my word.”
”Oh, how NOBLE of you,” I retort, hornily.

We kiss. He’s a clumsy, confused kisser. REALLY wasn’t expecting my tongue. I realize that I’m not just taking this guy’s virginity. I’m also his first kiss. I… feel a little weird about this now, but he seems into it, so I press on.

”Hey, be right back! I’m gonna use these bad boys to get one doozy of a prize! ”
Oh, I was holding up the tickets.
I don’t know if she saw me holding the tickets. Maybe she thought I meant my tits? It doesn’t matter. If anything it’s better if she thought it was my tits, they’re DEFINITELY worth more than arcade tickets.