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Gamble chuckled lightly as the man scratched his head and gave his answers.
"I believe Pipeline specifically requested that certain individuals, myself included, make an appearance if at all possible," he said calmly and confidently. He was taking a guess here about Pipeline, mostly because he didn't want to make it known he was with the PRT just yet, and pulling talk out of his arse. "And I'm sure you'll get me in somehow someway. I got faith in ya, friend. But, uh," he stopped to scratch his chin and reach into his pocket, "I got a nice bet on me. A grand saying I beat my first batch. And another five hundred saying I win every match I get."

His pulse quickened and he got a slight gleam in his eyes. This was what he lived for, the bet. He'd win that Grand back, at the least. And if the odds before his powers had disappeared still held, he'd be making a killing before the night ended.

"Do I, uh, need to give you the cash down? Some places do that. Wouldn't be a problem. Fuck, this is awesome," Gamble added in a rush.