When night came, Yutaro was manning his usual post at the blackjack table. The casino had more or less become a zoo; with the popularity of the bunny girls bringing in a lot of new customers, the boss had decided to have every employee wear some kind of animal gimmick depending on their job. Yutaro thought he would be used to wearing those damn cat ears by now but every time he put them on he couldn't help but grimace. What made it worse was that rumors of his chagrin spread among the workers and he had earned himself the name "grumpy cat." Of course he always wore a pleasant expression for the customers, making them feel entirely welcome at his table so that they'd spend their hard earned money, but he took those ears off as soon as he clocked out for his break. 

Yutaro had taken some time off of work after the incident, but time off was honestly the last thing he needed. Being back at work helped him keep his mind focused on things he liked to do, like taking people's money, and so his mood was always elevated at work. Then he thought for a moment about Ryoki. He knew she was supposed to be coming back again, and he was looking forward to seeing her more. After the incident, she had understandably been keeping to herself, and Yutaro hoped she was holding herself together. He hadn't called her because he figured she wanted some time alone, and he figured she could contact him when she was ready to talk again. Though, he also wondered if they would ever be able to pick up where they left off. Yutaro knew he wasn't himself, and he could only imagine what the incident had done to Ryoki. 

However, he thoughts were quickly drawn back to the game at hand when the customers started showing up. The night was a bit slower than usual, probably because of that crazy foam party at club lush, but there was still a healthy flow of customers. There was a middle aged man trying to impress a pretty young woman at the table, but alcohol had already knocked the wits out of him. It was so easy egging him on he almost felt bad for him. "Aww, don't quit now. You're lucky streak could be one hand away." The woman giggled and the man grunted, buying in for another fifty dollars. It was a good start for the house, and it helped that the man was playing pretty poorly. It was as simple as collecting free money.