Jayce

Nevada. 1987.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

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[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

Right. Yeah, well I'll believe that when I see it.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

He brushes the dirt off of his jeans, because it looks like he’s got another day of work to do.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

***TW // SUICIDE ATTEMPT***

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

As he unclogs the barrel, he pulls out a long, white feather. He stares at the feather and then back to the gun. “Useless piece of *shit.*” He drops the pistol into the dirt, lighting a cigarette and pushing himself up.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

Jayce shuffles the bills in his hand, hesitating for only a moment before pointing up to the wall. “Let me get three 44’s, five 36’s, two 19’s…”

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

Every following scratcher ends similarly. Card after card, he wins the equivalent of the purchase’s value. He supposes he can’t complain much, at least he broke even. The counter clerk counts out his ‘winnings’ passing the cash across the counter.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

Every following scratcher ends similarly. Card after card, he wins the equivalent of the purchase’s value. He supposes he can’t complain much, at least he broke even. The counter clerk counts out his ‘winnings’ passing the cash across the counter.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

After paying for the tickets, Jayce lifts one for a critical inspection. Admittedly, working at the bar as a hardly-functioning alcoholic probably wasn’t the best idea.

[Jayce @SinnerJayce]

His face falls at the results. *One dollar. One dollar. One dollar*. He slumps against the counter. “Oh, fuck off.”