It had taken some effort but, Franklin had set up a game for everyone to play. The table his dad had used for mixing drinks had been taken, now laying in the sand. Resting atop it was three shells, all face down. Underneath one laid a small rock, currently unclear. A sign sat beside him, crudely painted in a way only a child could do. "Price: 1 ting important" it read, clear even with the misspellings.

It was a simple game. he would move the shells and if they guessed where the rocks were, they kept their important it. If not, it went to him. He sat, waiting patiently as he hoped for someone to come take an attempt at his game.

— Reggan

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If not for the sound of Roxanne's voice, the tiny dealer may have passed on by Franklin's table.  Her ears perked curiously.  Bargain?  Perplexed, Keona padded over to the quartermaster's side, pale hues attempting to 'look' at the object of Roxanne's attention.  Franklin.

The boy was Michael's son.  Bargain made a little more sense, though she still felt at a loss for the context.  "What're you playin'?" The fae inquired softly, tail tip curling behind her.

Lose implied a game of some kind.  Twitching an ear, the petite wildcat sat down.  She may not know the game they were playing, but she felt curious enough to find out who would win.

© MADI

— Reggan

The first too approach his set up was his aunt, who he greeted with a large grin. "Hiya, Auntie Roxie!" he would bark, excited to have a player for his game. He would squint at her for a moment, debating her offer. "Fine! but it better be good!" he would say as he began to move the three shells, rapidly.

He would look up from the shells as others approached. "Ah, hi Miss Keo! it's a simple game! I move the shells and once I'm done ya gotta guess what one it was under!" Frankly, he was hopping that the others approaching would distract his aunt, he was curious what she had planned.

His father approaching brought a larger smile to the minnow's face as he paused to wave a paw. "I take after you!" he joked, knowing he'd heard the word gambling associated with his dad once or twice. He didn't know what it means but, he could try his best. He'd watch his father slip off a small ring, nodding and grinning. He would stop moving the shells for his aunt, pulling the ring close. "You're next, Papa!" he promised, returning his attention to his aunt. "So, which shell do ya pick?" he asked.

//So, you can choose too auto lose, auto win, or let fate decide! if you want too leave it up too fate, give me a number between 1 and 3!

Funny that Aphra was drawn over here, considering her relationship with the Roux family as a whole was rocky. And yet, the she-cat couldn't help but be curious over what was going on and she slithered on over. One of Michael's kids had set up a little gambling table and yeah, that definitely seemed like something Michael would teach his kid. Figures.

"Perhaps you should learn how to spell before 'gambling'." Aphra huffed, rolling her eyes as she turned around to leave the scene already. Not that she was afraid of anyone here, but mostly because she didn't have anything valuable to give up. Her things were her's. No one else's.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

Of course there was reason for her to open her big fat mouth, it was who she was. Aphra glared at Michael whenever he spoke, though as he dug his claws into the sand and started pulling out rocks, the she-cat hopped backwards in an attempt to try and avoid them. She did, for the most part, though a few definitely scraped her in the process.

Gritting her teeth, Aphra growled, "At least my kids know how to fucking read and write." Did they really, though? Uh... Maybe not. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]