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[b][u]Los Paraísos: The Pellagio[/b][/u]

Selan tiredly sidestepped Don's attempt at a hug, in a movement as effortless as breathing. Don sailed past and headbutted Lucien, and suddenly the two men were splayed out on the ground.

She narrowed her eyes somewhat, wondering how it would have turned out if she hadn't evaded just in time. Considering the sharp-toothed comb firmly embedded in her hair, she imagined it probably wouldn't have ended all that well, causing her to shudder involuntarily.

At the very least, she wasn't as mad as she was earlier. The seasickness and panic attacks probably accounted for more of it than she initially thought, and she appeared to be back at her "default" level of patience with Don. That is, she still found his antics tiresome, but at least they were slightly amusing again.

The wheel spun and spun, and the group braced themselves in anticipation. Would it be Red 9? Or Red 7? Moira's fists were clenched so hard her knuckles were turning white.

And in a miraculous turn of events, Trixie's bet actually won...

... And then Don shoved the stack back toward the dealer.

[i]Selan, Selan! What number should we choose?!"[/I]

"Me...?" Selan blinked. No pressure or anything. "Hum... We should... Split it. 17/20 Black." If it were up to her, she would have suggested leaving with their winnings intact, but in some odd way, she enjoyed seeing how happy carelessly throwing away their money made her friends.