How Green Becomes Wood

"You may not be able to go into a casino, but you can still buy a lottery ticket at 18, so you can still get your gambling fix in," Daizi laughed.

"And you can be shipped overseas to die in a war." Dark said flatly, and with a wave of both his hands added, "Yay."
 
Alec chuckled and leaned into Dark briefly, a sort of hug without actually hugging. "Very true, Ba. Very true."

"Hmm. Maybe I'll buy a lottery ticket on my 18th birthday. If I win the big one, I'll buy a horse and a pasture to put it in," Xander said.
 
"It could not hurt," Daizi said, "In the worst case, you lose a couple dollars."

"No, in the worst case, you develop a gambling addition," Dark chuckled, leaning against Alec.

With an amused snort, Daizi chided him, "Even at your happiest, you're still the most cynical man I know."

"I am the man I am."
 
"Well, even if I develop an addiction, at least I'll still probably be living at home, which means you can intervene more easily," Xander pointed out.

"We should both buy tickets!" Alec grinned. "When we turn 18. If I win, I'm going to buy Ba a carpentry shop! And then steal his current shop for a walk-in closet." He smirked up at Dark teasingly.
 
"Oh, that makes it okay then," Daizi laughed.

"No, you certainly will not be doing that," Dark frowned, "Use your lottery winnings to rent a storage space for your walk-in closet, do not make me sally forth to do my work."
 
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