A Soggy Card Game

“Come on, man. CHOOSE. Thirty seconds ’till I’m declaring myself the winner.”

Jules rolled her eyes at her opponent. Sidney was tall, with seed-colored skin and freckles. At the moment, he was staring at the cards on the table as if one of them had started growing an arm.

“Alright. Hit me,” he finally said.

Jules flipped over the top card from the deck and slapped it down. King of Spades. It was a bust.

Sidney groaned and Jules grinned. She was the winner! Again.

“Double or nothing? You can pick who goes first.” Jules smirked.

“Fine. But we both know I’m just digging my own grave.”

“You know, Blackjack is like, fifty percent luck. You’d think you would win at some point…”

“You’d think.”

It was at that moment that both teenagers were doused with a large quantity of water.

“TRISTAN!” Spluttered Jules. Sidney looked shocked, droplets beading down his hair, from the roots to the split ends. “Ooh, I’m gonna kill that little…”

The air was filled with thick laughter as Jules’ little brother stepped out from behind a hedge, wielding a hose and riding a hoe like a broomstick. Tristan's fruit-shaped face was host to an evil grin.

“You can’t catch me!” Tristan screeched. He took off running down the street, leaving behind the hose, from which water was still flowering.

Sidney and Jules stood up and looked in dismay at the soggy remains of their card game.

Jules, ever hardy, sent a sly, sideways glance at Sidney. “Let’s call it a tie.”