"Miles, any three's?" Bose asked.
The three decided to play Go Fish because there weren't many options for what to play. Mika wanted to play card games rather than board games, but it was hard when Bose wasn't the smartest and didn't understand the rules for the ones that she proposed to them. It was whatever.
"Go fish," Miles responded.
"Rats," Bose muttered. He picked up a card and realized that it wasn't the number he was in search of. He pouted. "Well, um, Mika, do you have any five's?" he then asked.
When she groaned and handed him the card, he started to celebrate. He made his match and placed it on the floor.
"Alright, Miles, do you have any nine's?" Mika looked at her cards and then at her brother with intentions.
"Damn it," he mumbled. He gave her the card and watched as she made another match. So far, she was winning, and the two boys needed to step up if they wanted to win this.
They didn't really care who's 'turn' it was and just asked for cards and played the game the way they wanted to.
"Bose, any seven's?" Miles wondered.
Bose shook his head. "Go fish."
It was not the match he wanted to have.
"Mika, do you have any two's?" Bose went on. When she didn't, he reluctantly picked up a card from the deck and was able to make a match with it. He was too excited.
"Sis, do you have any seven's?" Miles asked. Everyone was targeting her, and she hated that.
"Go fish," she answered.
He picked up a card, didn't get a seven, but found another number that he needed and was able to make a match.
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The emergency call involved Drex, and Volt had a rough feeling about this. She didn't want to take the call alone to prove that she should be proud of herself. She wanted to take the call to make sure that her dream wouldn't come true. She needed to prove that nothing would happen to her when she handled this call and battled the criminal.
"Drex!" she shouted.
He turned around with a smirk. "Oh? Where's the rest of your team? I'm surprised that you came alone, shortie."
"I wanted to come alone. So that I can prove you're much weaker than I am," she declared in a strong tone of voice. She readied her hands and watched as they then sparked.
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After Go Fish, the three started to play another game. This time, they tried out blackjack because it was simple, too. All one had to do was reach the number twenty-one, with a starter of two cards and the option to stay at their current number or try and achieve the required number.
"Bose, do you want to draw more?" Mika asked, holding the deck in her hands in case he wanted some more cards.
"Yes," he replied.
She handed him a card, and he looked at it for a moment. When he looked back up at her, it told her that he needed another card; therefore, she gave him what he asked for. He took a glance at his numbers and then decided that he was fine where he was. He would hope to be the winner.
"Okay, Miles, do you want to stay where you are or draw?"
"I think I'm going to stay where I am," he answered proudly. He held his cards close to his chest so that she could not see them.
"Alright, and I am going to draw," Mika then said. She picked up a card and had to draw a few more times after that to get the number she hoped would allow her to win. Then it was time to check for the highest number.
"19," Bose said.
"20," Miles said.
"18," Mika looked defeated. "It looks like Miles is the winner, and no one was able to get to twenty-one. That's a shame."
The three played another round and were now able to see who was the winner of their second round of blackjack.
"20," Bose said.
"17," Miles sighed.
"20," Mika said with a happier look than before.
"So, me and you tied?" Bose looked a bit confused. "Does that mean we both win?" He handed in his cards to her so that she could shuffle them and get ready for the next round of blackjack. She nodded as she took a few cards.
The next round had commenced, and the results were in.
Bose came out with twenty-one. Miles came out with nineteen and Mika had eighteen. Finally, someone won the correct number of the game. And it was Bose who did.
"Congrats, Bose!" Mika cheered. She placed a hand on his shoulder and then patted it.
"Nice game, man," Miles added with a bright smile.
"I can't believe I won." He jumped around in excitement. Mika and Miles surely loved his enthusiasm for the game.
"Should we keep playing or find another game?" Miles asked as he looked through the other boxes that he had.
"What time is it?" Bose pulled a hand through his hair as he questioned. He looked down at his phone and checked the time on the lockscreen. "Ooh, it's almost two a.m.," he told them with a harsh look on his face. He was a little tired.
"I think we should just go to bed," Miles huffed, standing up from the floor. It was difficult for him to stand up since he had been sitting for two hours straight in the same spot.
"We can't!" Mika demanded. "It's the rule, remember? We have to remain awake until Chapa comes back from the mission. We need to make sure she comes home safe."
"Why can't you and you alone stay up?" Miles groaned.
"Because we are a team, and we all need to look out for our friend. So, let's stay awake for a little longer. I'm sure that she will be back soon; it's been two hours after all."
"Fine. But it's going to be boring since they don't show Dog Bachelor at two in the damn morning," Miles stated.
"We have each other to keep us entertained."
"You sure?"
"Positive. We can last a little longer," Mika claimed.
Miles was not sure about that but nodded. Bose jumped onto his bed while Mika and Miles shared Miles's bed. She was afraid that Bose was going to fall asleep, judging by how he laid down on his bed. He looked very tired too.
But they needed to stay awake for their friend Chapa. Who knows what could happen on that mission with the crim? Especially when they knew that the criminal was Drex too.
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𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 || chapa dasilva
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