Gin      Gin

 by Scout

  

 

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 Author's Notes: This was the very first Due South story I ever wrote.

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 Gin
 By Scout 

 "Gin." Benton Fraser laid his cards out over the tray table before him
trying hard not to smile. 

 Ray scowled at him. "No." He said eyes narrowing. "You could not possibly
have Gin again. You just had Gin three minutes ago." 

 Fraser shrugged pulling a small pad across the table "Points?" He said
raising an eyebrow. 

 Ray nudged the cards in his hand for a moment before throwing them to the
table in disgust. "Twenty two." He groused. 

 Fraser dutifully recorded Ray's response. "Which makes the score forty
eight/zero... My favor." He said looking up. 

 "Yeah, yeah I know." Ray complained. "You don't have to remind me what
the score is after every hand Fraser. It doesn't take a rocket scientist
to count to zero you know. After I win a few hands then you can start
quoting scores." 

 Fraser just looked at him rather dubiously. 

 "Hey shut up." Ray said. 

 "I didn't say a word." Fraser said innocently. 

 "No, but I can tell what you're thinking. Trust me it's all part of my
master plan. First I lull you into a false sense of security, then when
you least expect it I strike." 

 He made a chopping motion in the air with his hand. 

 "They don't call me Ace for nothing you know." 

 Fraser grinned. "No one ever called you Ace." He chuckled. 

 "They did so." Insisted Vecchio. 

 "They did not." 

 "And I am telling you they did so." 

 "Actual real people actually called you Ace." 

 "Yes." 

 "When?" 

 "When I was a kid." 

 "I thought your nickname when you were a boy was Tubby." 

 "Who told you that?" 

 "Your mother." 

 "Yeah, well she was wrong it was Ace." 

 "Ah... Well, I stand corrected then." 

 Fraser shuffled the cards in silence for a few moments. "So you've been
lulling me for the last five games then?" He asked finally. 

 Ray couldn't stand it anymore he had to laugh. "Benny, just shut up and
deal." He said. 

 "Whatever you say Ace." 

End Gin by Scout: mockingbirdsings@hotmail.com

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