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[b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Casino - Roulette Table[/b]
FUCK!

Moira [i]seethed[/i], her eyes fixated on her admittedly small pile of chips as it was taken away to be sorted into winnings. It was just two numbers higher, just two, and not far apart from one another on the wheel! And the same colour too! It was like a kick in the teeth. "Well what did I fuckin' think would happen!" she bellowed to nobody in particular, giving a glare so fierce it was like she was trying to burn a hole into the roulette machine. She then span to glowered at Syed. "Shoulda known you'd fuck it up!"

Syed rolled his eyes. Oh yes, because it was totally his fault. All he did was respond to her question! "Sure," he said simply, his voice dripping with sarcasm. She didn't pick up on it, and he didn't carry it on further.

He soon became aware of Dylan shuffling up next to him. Seemed the artist was trying to keep a bit of a low profile. [i]“Erm, what’s going on here? I don’t really get this one.”[/i] He gave a sheepish grin. [i]“Never really got into gambling.”[/i]

Syed sighed as he turned away from his partner, before giving Dylan a sympathetic smile in return. "It looks like guessing what number or colour the ball's going to land on to me," he said with a shrug. "Nothing like throwing your money away on a whim, huh?"

He couldn't help but resent how things were turning out. Moira always looked after their money, it wasn't just her money she could be gambling away if she got carried away. And much like Dylan, Syed didn't gamble either - or at least not the sort of values being exchanged here. Rather than excitement, he couldn't help but be filled with a sense of dread every time more chips were put on the table by any of the group. Even with Don seemingly on a big-win streak, he was just waiting for the moment where it would all go wrong. He hoped it wouldn't. He wished and pretty much prayed it wouldn't. But he couldn't help but be convinced it would.

Moira was rooting through her purse again. Damnit, she was going to get it this time. She had to. She had to! She grabbed some more gald, slamming it onto the table. If an exact bet wasn't going to work, it looked like she would have to broaden her scope. Her eyes drifted over to Don, Selan and Trixie. Her competative streak was surfacing again. So they were all winners, huh? Enjoying their winnings, huh?! WELL LET'S SEE HOW LONG THAT LASTS!

"I bet on an even," she said somewhat dangerously, her pale eyes still locked on the trio. Now that wasn't a look you'd want to see in a dark alleyway. Yes. Yes let's see how this turns out now!

"Moira, can I have my share of our money?" Syed asked her quietly. He had enough. He wasn't going to watch her throw it all away, especially when she was such a tight arse that half the time he had to ask to buy himself a damned cup of tea. It wasn't fair, and he wasn't going to have it anymore.

"Yeah, make your own bets, good idea," Moira said dismissively, grabbing a portion of their money without actually looking and shoving it roughly into his hands. She wasn't paying attention once again, her focus entirely on the game and her opponents. "Keep your damned shitty luck away from me."

Syed seemed a little shocked by the lack of fight back. Quickly shoving the money into his pockets, he backed off again and shrugged to Dylan. "Well... I'm not going to argue." After a brief moment, he spoke up again. "So you don't fancy giving anything a go? I wouldn't mind putting a couple of gald on maybe one of the slot machines, but, you know..." he gave a lop-sided smile, flicking his head towards his partner. As close as the slot machines were, they were only just out of his reach.