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"Oi, Daisu!" Takashi called out as he was coming towards the group tucked away in some ally way. Well they weren't completely hidden; it would be easy to notice a small group of high schoolers hanging out a hour or so before classes. They'd probably end up late but none of them seemed to care.
"Whats up?" Daisu looked up from the Cho-han game they were playing, a game that the more seasoned gambler like Daisu was, was winning at. "Why you got a couple cartons of milk?" That question only made the kid grin from ear to ear and Dice couldn't help but mirror that grin because he could already guess what was coming next and it wasn't something he won’t turn down!
"Daisu! I bet you two thousand yen to down both these." Takashi interrupted the dice game by putting both those cartons in the middle of the group. There was a collective 'ooohh' from the rest of the kids and Dice? Well Dice would take the bet without a second thought and grabbed the first carton, cracked it open and got a good whiff of it. Dice recoiled and wrinkled his nose.
"Sour milk, ugh. You can't be serious." He checked the expiry date for the milk and it was way past expired! And a peek inside the container revealed just the chunky horror that he'd have to swallow down. And not just one... but both of these.
"I ain't even. Two thousand is good for like half of this without puking it back up!"
"Do it for ten thousand Daisu!" another kid said, and other kids gave their approval of that with "yeah! do it for 100 bucks! Do it Daisu!" Even went as far as calling him a chicken if he didn't!
"Fine!" Dice declared. "You're on! Ten thousand to down both these!" The kids cheered and goaded the idiot gambler on as if he needed anymore reason to do it other than money!
The smell of the spoiled milk though was enough to trigger a gag, but it was worse when the first bits of chunky clumps touched his tongue. And thats when the taste soaking into his tongue made it so much worse! But it was hard to really decide what was worse.. The taste or the smell? The way thick gooey chunks of bad milk was being swallowed back by the mouthful and sat heavy and unsettling in his stomach? Every disgusting sour chunky drop of the first carton was fairly easy to down as smoothly as it clumpy shit could go down. But the second carton was a little harder to down than the first one. Dice wasn't sure if it smelled worse than the first or if it all was just hitting him now on how bad this milk was. Maybe he should have checked the expiry dates more closely and maybe he should have used what brain cells he had in his thick skull and turn down the money.
Both cartons were empty and sitting unsettled in Dice's stomach. The students waited and watched, betting silently that this idiot would lose the bet and puke out all that spoiled milk! Because it looked like the guy was going to barf, he looked sick already and even gagged and heaved. But a couple minutes passed and Daisu looked at them and grinned slowly and held out his hand.
"Looks like I win. Gimmie my ten thousand yen."
None of the kids had the full amount of cash on them and each had to dish out a certain amount before getting his full winnings. Like a greedy man, Dice pocketed the cash and scooped up his dice from the ground. "Games all over no. Get your asses to school." But it wasn't any of his business to loiter around any longer and make sure those kids went off to school. He on the other hand had places to go, people to see, cash to spend.
"Seeya later, Daisu!"
"Seeya!" Daisu replied.
The gambler found himself at Gentarou's apartment a hour later and it didn't take long to get a text back from the writer to let him know he was home. Dice could have very well let himself in; Gentarou after all has a spare key hiding out for him and made it clear that he was always welcome at any hour. But the reason he had lingered was entirely different, a whole other story for another time. And sure, he got a text that oozed lies, Daisu went up into the apartment and into Gentarou's place. Sparing a quick greeting to the writer before disappearing into the bathroom.
Daisu had been in the bathroom for a little longer than anyone needed to get business done. A total of fifteen minutes tops. Maybe more. But the entire time all Gentarou could hear was the ungodly sound of retching in the bathroom. The repeating of stomach being emptied into the bowel, following a groan before it started again. After all was emptied, the gambler emerged from the bathroom wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. "Oh god... Never again." he groaned. But who was he kidding, how many times he has uttered that and turned around and repeated that thing for an entirely different reason!?
"The shit I do for some cash." Daisu grinned at Gentarou who was looking a little confused and maybe irritated. The only thing the author uttered was;
"...Daisu. What the fuck..."