"Any threes?" Ollie asked, shuffling with his hand of cards, looking if he had a flush or not. He was a single three off and then he'd have won the game.
"Go fish." Jack replied, shuffling with his own hand trying his best to conceal his excitement. Not to any great degree however.
Ollie growled as he picked up another card from the ever dwindling card pile. Unfortunately it wasn't a three this time either, in stead he got a Queen, which really he had no use for.
"Any queens?" Jack smiled deviously. Ollie could feel this sudden urge to rip his head off and stick it up his ass. Unfortunately restraint was one of the things necessary if you were to live in the library.
"You lucky son of a bitch." Ollie mumbled as he handed the Englishman his newly acquired card. Jack merely smiled and giggled childishly as he placed the four cards on the table. "Flush in queens!"
"I don't wanna play this anymore!" Ollie yelled, slamming the rest of his hand onto the table, making it shake and bend as he did, "56 games and I've won one!"
"Sore loser." Jack muttered under his breath as he collected yet more of the bits they'd waged. By now he could've bought the Canterlot throne, the crown Celestia wore and then Celestia afterwards. The bag of coins went into his hat which he promptly placed on top of his head afterwards, seemingly unimpaired by its weight.
"What now?" Ollie sighed letting himself fall back and make yet another hole in the floor. About number 57 or so.
"You can go bowling with us?" Twilight asked, looking up from her book with incredibly unamused eyes. But let's be honest, if you had 57 man-sized holes in your floor that had been made all in the span of three hours, you'd probably be pissed too.
"Us?" Jack inquired questioningly. Peering over his small glasses. His eyesight wasn't even that poor, they were moreso for the looks and possibly for the intimidation factor. Both of which they were failing at providing.
"Me, my friends, and Luna."
Ollie's eyes swiveled around for a while before locking onto the unicorn in an almost predatorial manner. "What the hell are we waiting for?" He asked before a small black hole appeared by his hand. He grabbed in and pulled out a black and fiery bowling ball.
"You aren't even gonna ask me if I'm okay with this?" Jack asked, putting up a face like someone had farted into his face. "I might not want to go bowling!" Jack pulled out his wide-bladed knife from his inner pocket. "I might stab you in your sleep if you leave me here alone." He turned toward Twilight, twirling the blade in between his index and middle finger. "That counts for you too luv'."
"Showoff." She scoffed, leaping off her chair and walking towards her bedroom. Ollie was struggling with a soul that had somehow escaped his bowling ball. It seemed to scream something along the lines of "helfen Mir führer!" Before he pulled it back down.
Ollie turned towards his assassin, "and if you do so then I might resurrect like I always do and burn you alive." His hand lit up and flipped Jack the bird. "So either you follow me or I'll stick this so far up your ass that I'll burn the inner part of your throat."
Jack sighed before letting the knife slip into his cuff links. "Fine."
Ollie eyes closed in delight, the smiling part was cut out for budget reasons of course not as easy when he lacked a mouth. "That's more like it." He patted the Englishman on the shoulder, leaving a small pile of soot from his charred ball.
Jack promptly dusted off the blackened pile before he turned towards the door to Twilight room. Now, doing so would've been odd if not for the fact that it was currently being opened.
And out stepped Twilight, wearing the most retarded outfit known to either man or pony.
Jacks eyes widened and he could feel his lips going into cramp from holding back the laughter. The outfit looked remarkably like something Elvis would wear. Completely skin tight with gems on the edges. She was wearing what looked to be a pair of darkened up shades with purple rim.
All in all, it looked ridiculous.
Which Ollie was of course quick to pick up on.
"You look absolutely horrendous Twilight." He said plainly, not laughing, not scoffing, just matter of fact. As if he'd just said that birds flew, or that Jack was an asshole.
Twilight, whom had before looked incredibly proud of her outfit, now scowled at Ollie, whom was just staring at her with wide eyes, and Jack who had given up all illusions and were crying tears laughter with his face buried in his hands. "Well thank you so much Ollie. Do you wanna join me or do you prefer staying."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Ollie said, pushing himself off the ground with little effort. "Not that I enjoy your company of course."
Twilight rolled her eyes exasperatedly. "Of course not Ollie."
Jack was still laughing madly, with his head now slammed against the table. Ollie grabbed hold of his coat and dragged him towards the door, with many a gasp and spurt coming from Jack, and his lack of oxygen.
"To the bowling hall!" Ollie said, pointing out the door and running off a second after. Jacks cries slowly growing more dim as he bounced painfully against the dirt or stone streets.
Twilight sighed. "Another day, more chaos."