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[b][u]Los Paraisos: The Pellagio - Casino[/b][/u]

A lady's voice stirred behind her, close enough to be heard above all the other background shenanigans running amok. It was definitely a recognizable one too, as Trixie knew no other lady's voice could ooze with the charm Selan's did. Naturally the prankster would swirl around on her sticky stool to give the dancer a hug - but she didn't. Her eyes remained glued to the golden box before her, her hands systematically popping in coins and pulling the lever with every spin of the roulette panels. The trey in front of her stomach began to overflow, but Trixie hadn't even noticed.

Coin drop. Coin insertion. Lever pull. Roulette wheels. "Miss Pretty. You have to help me. Please."

[i]Cling. Clunk clunk clunk. Brrrrrrr.[/i]

"I can't stop."

[i]Pang pang pang pang pang. Cling. Clunk clunk clunk. Brrrrrrr.[/i]

"It's not even givin' me any apple juice but I still can't stop. I don't understand what's going on."

Her right hand was glued to the giant metally stick. [i]Cling. Clunk clunk clunk. Brrrrrrr.[/i]

"I can't stop."

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The second Moira pointed out a bar located somewhere within the golden palace, Amy had already begun making her way in its direction; surely enough the other two expected this to happen, and Syed didn't even bother resisting. The trio soon passed by an anxious Dylan, who stumbled along after them as they retrieved their drinks. Naturally both Amy and Moira went straight for the beer as Dylan arrived and began explaining Don's incompetency at blackjack.

Eyes half-open as always, Amy gulped down a chunk of her beer nonchalantly as Moira and Syed replied. Still judging from the panic on the matter artist's face, he was probably going to have an aneurism if he watched Don any further. Ah, well, it was nothing she couldn't fix anyway. No big deal.

But then they all wandered back to the poker table. Amy watched as the trio returned to Don and sighed before following after. She just wanted to snag a drink, have a sit, and do a little devil play with whatever small bits of money she had left. But... if Don's already in a game and using his own money, and the trio do well enough to "assist" him in winning... he'd have to share his spoils, right?

Listening to Moira's explanation earlier, the game seemed simple enough. She stood off to the side and continued to slowly take in her beer as the game ran on, with Moira nearly knocking the ex-bandit out of his seat. Well... that's a start.

Amy pulled the mug from her lips, turning to Dylan for a second, but still keeping her eyes on Moira and Don. "...how much money has he lost so far doing this."

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"Oh [i]my,"[/i] the woman cooed after Estelle stole away her sweetie from him. "He sure is quite the popular one here." Winking at the redhead, she slid right out of her stool and waltzed her way back over to Kenneth, swishing the lollipop between her lips from side to side. Once she was close enough, she wrapped one arm around the cocky man's shoulder and pressed her cheek against his.

"Seems like your losin' your appeal, Kenny! Better deal with this cutie quick, 'fore he steals ya money too!" She looked back over to Marcus, playfully sticking her tongue out before backing away and giving the table some more space. All the banter was really unfair to Clive, who started to grow anxious from the sudden incoming cluster of passersby intruding on the game. Oh boy. Swishing her lollipop again, Mordie ended the interruption with a clap. "All right, boys! And girlie. Let's see what ya got!"