Two friends who just came across the chips

"So, you think that thing works, John?" Daniel Jenson, your classmate asked. He's an average white kid, short brown hair, wearing hooded sweater and baggy jeans. He's got a mischievous smile that makes you always wonder what he's thinking about.

"Only one way to figure that out," you say as you put a pile of chips on the table. You got it in the mail, as you did actually order some poker chips to play around with, but for some reason you got some high quality set that included this small semi-glossy sheet of paper with the rules on them. "Here's your chips," you say as you slide them over the felt you've gotten for your little gaming table towards Daniel.

Daniel picked them up. Then you held your hand out. "Buyer's privilege," you say with a smirk. Daniel rolls his eyes and hands over four of the ten chips you gave him.