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[b]Los Paraísos: The Pellagio[/b]

The game continued onward, the waitress returning with Dylan’s drink. Finally opting to let go of the iced drinks, he settled in with a nice glass of wine and sat back to what Don’s destruction.

[i]“Dylan? Don?” [/i]

“Syed?” Dylan spun around just in time to see him scurrying off after Amy and Moira. The two girls were headed straight towards the bar, naturally, and Dylan glanced back at Don. “Uhh, you stay here Big Bro, I’ll be right back.” 

“HIT ME!” 


“Right then.” He hurried off after the group of his friends, catching up as they were ordering their drinks. “Thank Aislin you’re here. Don is going to lose all his gald because he doesn’t understand blackjack. He. Doesn’t. Understand. Blackjack.”