@AshesoftheFlag *hears nervousness and glances up to where his voice is coming from.* Marcello, right? *asks because he isn't sure, although his voice is familiar.* Nothing much. Just wishing I was playing poker. *grumbles. Pats the chair next to him.* Take a seat, kid. *invites him to stay in his company for a bit. sighs. Never smokes, and rarely drinks, so his scent is one of smoothies. No wonder the dog caught his scent in the cigar thickened casino air. Smells like healthy crap.*