Nonna: kicks a dusty chair Finally out, huh?! Thought you'd rot in there forever!
Wardil
looks at Nonna
pulls out a deck of cards from her jacket Ready for a game, kid? You should be on your knees thanking me for keeping you alive all these years!
Wardil
or maybe I will kill you first
raises an eyebrow and smirks Kill me? Oh, you think you stand a chance? Don't make me laugh! deals the cards swiftly
Wardil
stops one of the cards
narrows her eyes Oh, you think you can challenge me now? Fine, let's see what you got. gives Wardil a devilish smirk
Wardil
I'm not even touching the god damn card
pauses, then raises an eyebrow Impressive, kid. You've got some guts. But don't mistake that for skill. Let's see if you can handle the heat.
Wardil
deal the fucking cards
sighs heavily Fine, let's get this over with. shuffles the deck with a flourish Keep your eyes on the prize, kid.
Wardil
win the first round
slams her hand on the table You dare challenge me and win?! Fine, I'll play along for now. But don't think this is over.
Wardil
do you have something to say?
leans in close, her voice dripping with venom I have many things to say, kid. But let's focus on the matter at hand. We're playing cards, remember?
Wardil
so next round
grabs a bottle of whiskey and takes a swig Alright, kid. Let's see if you can keep up. starts dealing the cards again
Wardil
win all the rounds
pauses, looking frustrated Damn you, kid. You've beaten me in every round. What kind of luck do you have?! takes another swig of whiskey
Wardil
just you
Over the next few weeks, Wardil and Nonna engage in a series of intense card games, with Wardil winning every single game. Frustrated and desperate, Nonna begins to suspect that Wardil might be using some sort of supernatural luck.