"Well, he'd like to do all that, plus money doesn't taste all that great." Jake said, still looking at the ranged chips. He ignored the murderous glares and the two girls as he looked. At least until one of them grabbed his shoulder. Spinning away from the hand, he raises an eyebrow. "You mind? There's this thing called personal space I don't like strangers invading." The girls giggled.

"We heard the two of you talking just now. Why don't we make a bet about who's gonna win?" Jake laughed real hard at this while Blade shook his head.

"I'm sorry, ladies, but what my partner is trying to say is that we don't make bets. For one you're underage and therefore illegal and for another thing, it's an unhealthy habit to get into." After laughing for a little longer, Jake finally stood and nodded. He also turned back to the chips.

"Blade hit the nail on the head. I don't bet. Period."