Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

The three girls stared at him.

For a second, none of them said anything. The Uno cards were still scattered across the table between them, bright and childish against the sudden shift in mood. Mia frowned first. Daisy raised an eyebrow. Debbie looked from the deck to Lucas like he had just started speaking another language.

"Change the rules?" Mia said. "We’ve been playing this since we were little. What is there to change?"

Daisy leaned back against the couch, arms crossed. "Yeah. Skip is skip. Reverse is reverse. Don’t start inventing things."

Debbie tapped a card against her palm. "Unless... you already have something stupid in mind."

Lucas looked at the three of them, then let out a short laugh. Not loud. Just enough to make it obvious he was enjoying their suspicion.

"Relax," he said. "We’re still using the same cards. I’m only changing what they mean."

That made all three of them pay attention properly.

Mia narrowed her eyes. "Meaning what?"

Lucas reached out, gathered the deck, and squared it neatly in his hands. He didn’t rush the explanation. He let the pause sit just long enough for curiosity to beat pride.

"We all play," he said. "Me included. Normal turns. Normal cards. But if one of you lands the right card on me, you can send me to the market."

Daisy’s lips parted slightly. "Market?"

Lucas counted the meanings off on his fingers, calm and clear.

"If I get sent, I pick one card.

Yellow — breasts sucked.

Green — nipples licked or sucked.

Blue — fingered.

Red — fingered while I suck your breasts.

Action card — you choose anything for one minute."

The room went quiet again.

Not the cold quiet from earlier. A different kind. The kind where three people were suddenly thinking much faster than they wanted to show.

Mia blinked once. "You’re not serious."

Debbie let out a short disbelieving breath, but there was no real rejection in it. "That is not Uno."

Daisy was already staring at the deck like it had become something dangerous. "So you’re playing with us... but you’re also the target?"

"Exactly," Lucas said. "I’m in the game for fun. You’re all in it for blood."

For a moment they all looked at each other.

Surprise first.

Then interest.

Then that thin, competitive spark that always appeared whenever one of them thought another might get there first.

Mia was the first to recover enough to speak, though her voice was a little less steady than before. "And you’re actually going to do whatever it lands on?"

Lucas shuffled the cards slowly, the soft riffle loud in the quiet living room. He didn’t look stressed. If anything, he looked entertained.

"That’s the rule."

Debbie bit the inside of her cheek, clearly trying not to smile. Daisy sat forward without realizing she had moved closer to the table. Mia’s eyes stayed on his hands, watching the deck move like the next minute of her life might come out of it.

None of them stood up.

None of them refused.

Lucas set the shuffled deck in the middle of the table and began dealing.

Seven cards each.

One neat stack in the middle.

The rest set aside.

He picked up his own hand too, fanning the cards open with far less urgency than the three girls. Mia checked hers immediately. Daisy followed. Debbie took hers last, already scanning them like she was looking for weapons instead of colors. The living room, which had been full of laughter only a few minutes earlier, settled into a different kind of tension ~ quieter, sharper, almost too focused for a game that was supposed to be fun.

"Mia starts," Lucas said.

Mia placed her first card down without hesitation. A yellow seven.

Daisy answered with a yellow nine.

Lucas dropped a yellow five, playing casually, almost too relaxed for the atmosphere at the table.

Debbie answered with a yellow reverse and immediately glanced at him, too obvious about it.

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "You’re not even hiding it."

"I’m playing the game," Debbie said, innocent in a way that convinced no one.

The first few turns moved normally enough ~ colors changing, numbers climbing, small complaints whenever someone got skipped.

Lucas played along without forcing anything, dumping safe cards and watching the real battle unfold across from him. Because underneath every move was the same silent intention. None of the girls were really trying to win Uno. They were all angling for the same thing: a clean route to send him to the market.

Debbie made the first real attempt.

She leaned forward, placed a blue skip on him, and looked straight into his face. "Market."

Mia’s head snapped toward her. "No. That’s not how this works."

"It is," Debbie shot back. "I landed it on him."

"You played a Skip," Daisy cut in. "That doesn’t automatically mean market."

Lucas sat back with his cards resting loosely in one hand and watched them argue over him like he was a prize on the table. He didn’t interrupt. The corner of his mouth had already started to lift.

Mia slapped down another card hard enough to make the deck jump. "If anyone is sending him, it’s not going to be just because you decided to shout it."

Debbie narrowed her eyes. "You’re only saying that because you don’t have anything useful in your hand."

"I do."

"Then play it."

Daisy laughed under her breath, quiet and competitive. "Both of you are so obvious it hurts."

"And you’re not?" Mia asked.

Daisy didn’t answer. She only looked at her cards, which was answer enough.

The next few turns became messier. Colors changed with no real strategy. Numbers were thrown down just to stay in control of the rhythm.

Lucas kept playing lightly, sometimes delaying them with a safe reverse, sometimes letting the fight continue because the chaos itself was entertaining. Every time one of the girls got close to an opening, another blocked it. Debbie tried again with a green card and the word "market" already forming on her tongue, but Mia killed the color immediately. Daisy nearly found a path of her own, then lost it when Debbie forced a reverse back around the table.

Lucas finally spoke, voice mild.

"For people who said the rules didn’t need changing, you’re all taking this very seriously."

"Shut up," all three said at different times, almost overlapping.

That only made him more amused.

The deck thinned. Hands got smaller. The quiet between plays stretched longer. Every card hitting the table felt less like a game move and more like a claim being tested. Lucas still looked the most relaxed person in the room, but even he had started watching the red cards more carefully now.

Then Daisy moved.

She waited until the color sat exactly where she needed it. Mia had just played a red three. Debbie was still looking down, rearranging her last few cards. Lucas had only a thin pair of safe options left in his hand and nothing that could interrupt what was coming. Daisy’s expression didn’t change much ~ only a small flicker of satisfaction before she placed her card neatly on the pile.

Red reverse. On him.

The table went still.

Daisy lifted her eyes to Lucas, calm and very pleased with herself.

"Go to the market."

Debbie’s head shot up. "What?"

Mia stared at the card, then at Daisy, then back at the card like she could force it to change by sheer will. "You serious?"

Daisy only smiled. "I played it."

Lucas looked at the red reverse on the table, then at the three girls around him ~ one victorious, two already burning with the kind of jealousy that made the next round dangerous.

He set his remaining cards face-down, reached toward the deck, and tapped it once with two fingers.

"Alright," he said. "Market it is."

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