“You think you’re faster than me? Go on and draw, son.”
Jacob fought to maintain eye contact with the stranger. Very fiber in his being told him to run, that this was the one time he’d lose.
Taking a breath, Jacob’s fingers twitched. It was now or never.
The stranger sneered and spit tobacco juice on the ground. Without a word, he drew and the screen flashed red.
“What the hell? Stan! Get over here!” Jacob stepped off the platform as the gunslinger game reset.
“What’s up?” Stan stared at his friend.
“I need another dollar.”
“Dude, already? You suck.”