Kane leaned forward, his breath held as the first reel stopped on a diamond.
The second landed on a diamond too. His heart raced—but the third showed a lemon, the fourth a bell, and the fifth a cherry.
"That's one," Cyrus noted, his voice laced with smug satisfaction.
Kane hit the button again.
The machine erupted in flashy animations, but the result was equally disappointing—three different symbols and no matches.
"Two down," Cyrus said, checking his watch.
Kane's third spin yielded two matching sevens, but nothing else.
The fourth spin was his worst yet—five completely different symbols.
"Last chance," Cyrus reminded him, leaning against the neighboring machine. "I'm thinking your punishment should involve public humiliation."
Kane wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. His finger hovered over the button as he closed his eyes.
"Come on, baby," he whispered to the machine.
He slammed the button.
The reels spun faster than before, lights flashing in hypnotic patterns.
