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[b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Casino[/b]
[i]“Thank Aislin you’re here. Don is going to lose all his gald because he doesn’t understand blackjack. He. Doesn’t. Understand. Blackjack.”[/i]

Poor Dylan, he looked like he was about to start pulling his hair out. Syed's eyes flicked back towards the blackjack table (although his view was now obstructed by the crowds), while Moira snorted.

"How the fuck can you fuck up on blackjack?!" she bellowed, suprising the female bartender and causing her to slosh her beer slightly as she handed it over. "It's the easiest game they do!"

"Uh..." Syed flushed a little with embarrassment, "I don't know blackjack," he admitted. "I've only really played crazy eights, and never for money or anything..."

"Piss easy," Moira flicked her wrist. "Try and get a total between seventeen and 21, highest wins. Over 21 and you lose. Kings and jacks and all that equal ten, ace can be one or eleven."

"That's it?"

"More or less."

"Okay. Okay I think I got it," he nodded and gave Dylan a mock salute. "We'll see what we can do, leave it with us."

"He owes Whats-her-face money, don't he? I wouldn't want to piss her off," she grumbled with a shrug, the memory of a giant Marise pummeling Lucifer into the ground still fresh in her memory. If they just let him throw his money away like that... "Alright then."

The pair left the bar, weaving through the crowds to get back to the blackjack table. It was fairly easy to find it again, thanks to the guffawing crowd growing around it. And sure enough, right in the middle of it was Don, who seemed to be oblivious as to why exactly he was getting so much attention. Gods damnit it don't encourage him! Moira pushed through first, Syed following meekly after, until they came up behind him.

It looked like a new round. Each player had a card each, and the dealer was just dealing out the second cards. Don so far had a seven, and his second card...

Was a nine! So that was sixteen! Syed's eyes flicked this way and that as he sipped on his lemonade, watching everything carefully as he tried to take in how the game worked. So his total was under the minimum of seventeen, so he'd have to pick up another, right? Were they playing against each other? Against the house? In hindsight Moira was probably a bit too brief in her explanation.

"Hit me!" Don shouted, looking like he was enjoying himself very much. The crowd responded with more laughter and cheers, one man even promising Don a drink when he was done. The dealer gave Don one more card...

A four! So that's twenty! You can't get much better than that.

"Hi-MMMMFFF!"

Moira slapped her hand over Don's mouth quite roughly and pulled him down a little, shutting him up. She shoved her drink into Syed's free hand in the process. "What are you doing?!" she hissed to Don, locking those scary eyes with his. "Say hold!"