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Chapter 5 by Phataang Phataang

What do I get?

6. Yikes.

I stare at the low number and shrug. 'Well, I guess I get to learn what a low number gets me.' As this thought passes through my head, Sandy comes back. I smile at her and she smiles back. "So, Sandy. While you were gone I was thinking. The taxi's probably going to be here soon, but I'd still like to talk. Maybe you can give me your number?" An odd look passes by on her face, then she bursts out laughing. Hard. Her laughter goes on for a while before she calms herself down.

"You're joking, right? As if I'd give you my number. I don't even know you, dude." As she finishes she busts up into a giggle fit and her father rounds the corner.

"What's so funny, kids?" He looks between the two of us.

"Oh, nothing daddy. This guy just asked for my number is all." Sandy chuckles once more before standing and leaving the room. Ronnie turns and glares at me.

"I invite you into my home and you try to hit on my daughter? Really?"

"I-I just..."

"I think you'd better wait for the cab outside." He crosses his arms and leans against a wall.

"Oh, uh... sure." I gather my things and head outside to wait for my ride. 'Okay, low numbers are bad. Got it.' Once I'm outside, Ronnie shuts the door behind me. I lean against the wall and wait. A few minutes later, a city cab rolls up.

"You Mike, yes?" A lean fellow calls out towards me.

"Yeah, that's me." I open the door and slide my things inside, then follow. "Thanks man."

"No no, thank you." He starts heading onto the road as I give him directions. Once things are quiet I take the opportunity to think things over. 'Somehow I've been given a D20 that, depending on the roll, causes a positive or negative outcome. So far it's gotten me free food and a cab ride home, but also caused me to lose out on making a potential hookup. I'd better be careful with this thing... or...' Before I know it, the cab pulls up to my driveway. "Okay, we here. Your stop, yes?"

"Yeah, this is me. How much do I owe you?" I open the door before turning to the man.

"That be... $40.60 please." The man smiles towards me. I nod and reach for my wallet, but my fingers brush up against the D20. I pull it out instead and pause. 'Well, I'm already here. Why not? Worst thing is I'd have to pay.' I cross my fingers and roll the die.

Hit or miss?

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