A/N: Seriously, if you are not of age yet, I am warning you to never play the game of blackjack. Hell, even if you are of age, you shouldn't play it. You can't win money from it and you will most likely always lose. Trust me, I would know. I'm a professional blackjack dealer.

"What am I going to do with a sixteen?" Edge complained, looking up at the dealer with puppy dog eyes.

"It's okay, dude," Chris Jericho consoled him. "The dealer is showing a six. That means she's most likely going to break and we'll win."

"Break?" Edge asked Chris, raising his eyebrows. "What does that mean?"

"It means that when she's going to take another card, it will probably make her hand have a total of more than twenty-one. If she breaks, we win. See, you always have to assume that she has a ten or a face card that is underneath the card showing. That's how you play," Chris explained.

"So my sixteen is good?"

"Maybe. You never really know with this game."

"Okay…" Edge said.

The first person stayed on their twenty. The second person stayed on their twelve. It was Edge's turn.

"Um…" Edge mumbled, drumming his fingers on the felted table top. "Hit, I guess," he said, tapping his finger on the table.

"Alright," the dealer said in a not so convincing voice. She drew a card and placed it on Edge's first two cards. The card was a ten, giving Edge twenty-six.

"What did you do that for?" a random guy at the table asked, pissed off. It was the first person at the table that had a twenty showing.

"Sixteen doesn't beat twenty-one!" Edge argued.

"But sixteen beats twenty-six!"

The rest of the table stayed on their hands.

The dealer flipped over the bottom card, showing a king to go along with her six. "Dealer has sixteen." She quickly flipped over another card, and it was a five. "Dealer has twenty-one."

"You screwed the entire table!" the same guy yelled as the dealer collected all of the losing bets.


"You took her card! If you didn't do that, she would have busted!"

"You aren't a rich man, are you?" Edge asked without a hint of sympathy in his voice.

"That is none of your business."

"I didn't force you to put your money in the betting circle. You damn well knew that you could have lost it. Is that my fault that you did? No, it's not."

"Yes, it is your fault!"

Edge turned to Jericho. "Chris, let's leave. This clearly isn't a Canadian game."