Reginald always brought his own dice when he went to the craps table in the smoke-filled back room of the speakeasy.
When it was his turn to be the shooter, Reginald would ceremoniously open up the small, black leather pouch in which he kept the red dice with white pips, dropping them with flair onto the table’s green felt.
Regulars knew that Reginald’s dice were loaded, but his father, who was the chief of police, could raid the place and shut it down.
One night, a stranger called Reginald out about his loaded dice. It was snake eyes for Reginald.
Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo by Aldric Rivat.