Demos was so thrilled with how much Pheobe was raking in that he just called in another round for himself and Sheldon who was just laughing and throwing money into the pot raising any stake and won a time or too, but mostly took the piss. Demos had a blast while they also got the show of a lifetime with all their eyes glued to her. Other showgirls were just huffing about since the boys within eyesight were on her, the whole saloon admired the femfatal that was Pheobe, to a lesser extent in this case Celeste.<br/><br/>James looked to as he took a deep breath and looked up to her. "Ok love... but I mean... what do we do then?" Getting into the car he looked out and saw the clouds rolling in overhead from the clear blue sky. "Oh this is terrible, wait no cops?" When she said they had prices he went wide-eyed, "Del honey what do you mean prices? You mean for the work you did with the gang? Oh god, what are we gonna do..." As they drove around looking for them James just kept mumbling and muttering that the wine was cursed, "Fuck wine I swear God I'll never touch the stuff if you bring back my baby home to me." He started tearing up at the prospect of losing not only his wife, but his pregnant wife at that.<br/><br/>With a whole night of gambling, Sheldon took himself to the pisser as he was off his rocker while Demos wanted to womanize her, not to mention bring that ass out to the dancefloor. The funny part of it all, he still had a wine stain on his shirt, putting his hands on Pheb's in all the best ways possible he grinded his hips against hers when he pulled her up close. Turning to the counter he saw sleepy Shelly sacked out which made him laugh, "Looks like he won't be much fun in bed tonight, I'm gonna miss our Shelly, but at least he's not our only dick anymore. That was agony the last time he got this drunk." He groaned while he kept dancing with her.