Lexi Rex Pazaak Game

[Rex King K]

Lexi had beaten mercenaries in arm-wrestling contests, outrun an angry cartel llama, and convinced a customs officer that a duffel bag full of “collectible beanie frogs” was not, in fact, highly suspicious. But she had never beaten Rex at pazaak. This was a problem. Rex played pazaak the way most people breathe—effortlessly, smugly, and with the faint vibe of someone who had once bankrupted a Hutt for fun. He shuffled his deck with one hand, not looking at the cards, while sipping a drink that smelled like jet fuel. Lexi narrowed her eyes. “You’re not winning today,” she said, cracking her knuckles. Rex smiled. “Kid, the Force itself couldn’t save you from this L.” The match began. Round 1: Lexi opened strong with an 8. Rex drew a 2. Lexi: “Bold start.” Rex: “I like to give you hope before I crush it.” He immediately slapped down a +6 card. Score: 8 vs. 8. Tie. “Coward,” Lexi muttered. “Strategist,” Rex corrected. Round 2: Lexi drew a 4, then a 5. Rex drew a 9, then a 10. “Twenty-four—guess I l