Her eyes flashed at him. "What game?"
"Anything." He held up his wrist before her eyes and showed her the gold watch. "We can play for this."
Something flared in her eyes for a moment before she gained control. Then she was down on her knees, pushing her sleeves up, a tight look of fear and dread haunting her eyes as she looked up at Jeff. "Something's happening," she said softly. "The dice—they're not right."
"I know it. Why not?" His voice was hoarse, his eyes hard on her face.
She threw him a baffled look. "There isn't any reason. Nothing is different, but the dice don't fall right. That's all, they just don't."
Jeff grinned tightly. "Go on, throw them."
She threw the dice, saw them dance on the floor, caught her number. Jeff rolled them, beat her on it, picked up the money. He rolled again, then again. The tightness grew around the girl's eyes; little tense lines hardened near her mouth. Nervously, she fumbled a cigarette into her mouth, lit it, puffed as the dice rolled.
She lost. She lost again. Side bets picked up around them, the people as they watched catching the tension that was building up.
"What's happening?"
"The dice—my God! They've gone crazy!"