Psycho Dice Theory

Chapter 1

It is said that Jim Williams once made up a game, it's whole premise set on the fact that mind control does work.

That you can control the outcome purely by concentration.

Focusing only on the numbers between one and six that you have picked as you throw your dice, leaving the ones with your selected numbers, if any happen to land that way, standing face up as you continue on in this fashion until all four of your numbers are laying on the table top.

The object, to get all your numbers in the fewest throws possible.

The way he figured, considering the number of sides on the dice and the chosen numbers, you have a one in six chance of getting what you're looking for.

The only help you receive in the game, the one life line….to will the dice to roll how you want.

To, in fact, control the actions of the dice with your mind.

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Sheldon watched through narrowed eyes as his roommate handed Penny a small white container of food as he pulled it from the paper bag only to then drop it uselessly onto the coffee table that sat in the middle of the group of friends. Leonards dark eyes fixed only on Penny's long, golden hair as she reached out and took it, thanking him with a small, warm smile.

It bit annoyingly at his nerves the way Leonard always jumped at the chance to be the one to buy Penny's dinner. Always swooping in and offering as soon as she strolled through their door in the evening, not giving anyone else a chance to offer.

Or even verbalize a simple 'Hello' before he was on her, gushing and fawning, pulling her off into a corner or the kitchen to have one of their whispered conversations.

He stabbed his chopsticks into his noodles with unneeded force, his eyes dropping, finding himself wondering if Leonard was, in fact, really that STUPID or just plain rude.

Penny and his relationship had ended months before and, in his mind, that should mean they remained a reasonable distance from each other at all times. No eye contact and having verbal interactions only when socially required.

But, no.

The one thing the Great Sheldon Cooper PHD, had been wrong on.

He found himself, staring on in crudely veiled disgust at the scene before him, watching in an awed, slightly angered state, as Penny's lips wrapped around Leonard's fingers, taking the offered chuck of food and licking her lips, stained pink with the strawberry chapstick she always used, a light chuckle escaping her as she caught the bit of broth that dribbled down her seemingly flawless chin.

Letting out a sigh of frustration he shot up out of his seat, standing in place for a moment, watching on before storming passed the couple and making his way to the kitchen, flinging open a nearby cabinet.

The next set of whispers and feminine giggles sent him off the deep end, his jaw setting with a tight snap.

The raw slap of his hands slamming down onto the shiny surface of the counter echoed through the small space of the kitchen as he poked his head into the next row of cabinets.

"While we're on the subject of Leonard's annoying habits-" he suddenly snapped, only to be interrupted by his roommates calm, uninterested voice.

"I don't think any of us were talking about 'Leonard's annoying habits." Leonard stated, not seeming to miss a beat as he stared over through glazed eyes at the beautiful blonde beside him.

Sheldon felt his jaw clench further at his blasé tone.

'Why Leonard….you certainly are feeling froggy, aren't you.'