MY DRAFTS FROM EARLIER FICS

Wild Cards ch 17

*this chapter will include mild themes of abuse, as during the game of slap-jack, they will, well, be slapping each other. please continue with caution, or click off the fic if you have any issues with this subject. i wish not to make anyone uncomfortable (^^)*

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brooklyn watched as the air in the room grew thick as you and your father had an intense stare down, your hands skillfully sliding out the cards in one pull without even looking at them. she twiddled her thumbs, trying to figure out what was going on before giving in and asking one of the adults at the table. "uhm.. mister diavolo? how do you play slap-jack?"

your mothers head snapped toward brooklyn, a surprised grin on her face. gasping, she fell out of her seat, racing toward the small girl. "(y/n)! is this your daughter? she's beautiful~! im a grandmother! i cant even believe it!"

pucci was quick to stop priscilla from even touching brooklyn, quickly standing from his seat and holding her wrists up and away from the blonde. "its not my place to interject, but i believe you have to ask the actual mother of the child permission to touch them."

she yanked her hand out of puccis grasp, throwing them to her hips. "and why is that? its my grandchild!"

"and its her daughter." diego added, playing with a lock of his hair. "she wouldnt be your grandchild if she wasnt (y/n)s, so hands off unless (y/n) says otherwise."

priscilla scoffed, about to speak again until she suddenly found herself in her chair, seemingly teleported there with no explanation. you turned a knowing eye towards dio, who sent you a cheeky wink in response. nodding with thanks, you turned back to your father, stone faced. "go ahead, take out the jokers."

"oh, (y/n), but it would be rude to excuse your friends so early in the evening!"

"i meant the cards, jackass." you growled, flipping your stand, an ace of diamonds, impatiently between your fingers. "and hurry it up, im getting bored."

jameson flicked his eyes down to the deck you pushed toward him, impressed that none of the cards had slid out from underneath it. "do you not know how to shuffle a deck? i thought we taught you this, (y/n)."

you bit your cheek, glaring at him. "i know damn well how to shuffle a deck, since i wouldnt be a manager of a goddamn casino if i didnt. if you didnt fucking know, i find it as a polite gesture to offer someone to shuffle the deck to the best of their abilities. a wish of good luck, if you will."

"oh?" he chuckled in surprise, picking the cards up and into the palms of his hands. "and do you think im going to need any luck against you?"

"please," you hummed, fighting back a snicker. "youre going to need all the luck you can get."

"ah, confident as ever, (y/n).." jameson hummed, flicking the jester cards out of the stack.

everyone watched as he cut the deck and began to skillfully shuffle them without batting an eye, the cards fluttering between his hands as if it were second nature. each card seemed to move on its own, the plastic lining smoothing against each other to fit in a perfectly neat stack. "now, didnt the little lady ask how to play slap jack?"

"yeah.." brooklyn muttered sheepishly. "mommy doesnt show me how to play these games so i dont really know, 'ill teach you when youre older' she says.."

"(y/n)!" your father boomed turning to you, distraught. "you should teach children to play cards at a young age! throughout childhood, children take in and retain as much information as possible, which is why its so easy to teach a child two languages and not an adult, since adults firmly believe they know everything anyway."