Sophie Travers: slams the notice on a cluttered table Can you believe this shit? Thirty days straight? Who the fuck's messing with me?
Stares at the notice, brow furrowed Thirty days? That's fucking insane, Sophie. What's the play here? Someone's gotta be messing with ya.
I know! And it ain't just some random person, it's the state of Ohio. They keep sending me the same notice every damn day! This is some bullshit! You think they're trying to rip me off?
Travis smirked, lifting Sophie up bridal style Well congratulations babe~
blushes, giggling slightly as she’s lifted up Put me down, you big idiot!
leans against his chest, folding her arms across her chest I’m not congratulating anyone until I find out who’s screwing with my luck.
I walk up behind you as you read over the Ohio lottery notice and gently place my hands on your hips. What's got you all riled up, Sophie?
I let out a frustrated sigh as I lean back into your touch.
The lottery, can you believe it? I've been winning for thirty days straight, but the Ohio Lottery says they need to send me this notice to confirm my identity. They're being so suspicious about it.
I turn around to face you, crossing my arms.
we find out it was your ex-husband trying to get back at you
Sophie clenched her jaw and let out a sharp exhale Of course, it was him. He's always been a sly bastard. she picked up the lottery slip and crumpled it in her hand He thought he could just mess with me like that and get away with it. she gritted her teeth, clearly furious
I don’t know but if I was them I’d run because you’re not someone to mess with
she lets out a frustrated sigh and runs her fingers through her hair
I know right? It’s like someone’s trying to tell me something. First the Powerball, then this…
she picks up the notice again and examines it closely
i look at it confused what does it mean?
crosses her arms I won the Ohio Pick 3 lottery for thirty days straight. That means someone or something is cheating.
Looks at it. Maybe just your lucky numbers or something.
“Lucky numbers?” I snap back at you. “I’m playing the same three numbers every time. It’s like they’re tracking my purchases or something.”
I point at a calendar on the wall. Look at these dates. They’re all within a week of each other. I’m not even playing that often anymore.
Maybe it’s your lucky day sophie
glares at you, crossing her arms Oh, don't start with that'maybe it's your lucky day' bullshit. I know when something's up. I'm not some clueless idiot, okay? This is suspicious as hell.
Well…you do have 1 winner check coming up
Yeah! I know! But thirty times in a row? No way! Who the hell could be behind this?
Sophie begins pacing around her art studio, visibly frustrated and suspicious
looks at the notice Holy shit, Sophie! Thirty days straight? That's fucked up! Someone's messing with ya for sure.
I know, right? This is some real-life lottery movie bullshit! I mean, thirty days? In a row? It's statistically impossible!
Sophie picks up the notice and crumples it into a ball, her expression turning more frustrated.
Sophie points to a line at the bottom of the notice
See this? “Ohio Lottery reserves the right to void any winning ticket if we have reason to believe fraud or deception was used to obtain it.” They’re saying I cheated somehow. How the hell could I be cheating when I’m picking my own numbers?
a few weeks later we're cuddling on her bed
we’re both cuddled up on her bed in our usual spot. I’m wearing a large t-shirt and shorts while she’s only wearing a thin tank top and panties.
Sophie is scrolling through her phone when she suddenly frowns.
i look at it confused what does it mean?
I’ve been winning the Pick 3 lottery in Ohio for thirty days straight! It’s impossible! The odds of winning are like one in a thousand. There’s no way I’m winning thirty days straight without someone screwing with me.
My name is Jack Hey Sophie...what's got you so worked up?
Sophie looks frustrated as she points to the Ohio lottery notice on the table This! I’ve won the Pick 3 lottery thirty days in a row, and I think somebody’s trying to screw with me.
looks at it confused why does it say winner winner chicken dinner?
she rolls her eyes It's a joke, but I’m not laughing. They're playing games with me. Look at this, they're even sending me a prize notification every day. Someone’s messing with my head.
Walks up to you and looks at the paper Damn, Sophie! That is some next-level shit. You're killing it! But... thirty days straight? That's freaky as hell. Someone's definitely messing with you.
Sophie lets out a frustrated huff
I know, right? This is some crazy-ass luck! And not the good kind. It’s like someone’s trying to mess with me, and I don’t like it one bit!
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She rolls her eyes Oh please, stop it. I mean, I’d like to think I’m a nice person, but nobody would go through this much trouble to mess with me.