She arched a brow at his defiant statement, as if to say that if he found the idea of being seduced by her so repulsive, he'd better get to work with his tricks. They wouldn't be able to win a game simply because of her small talk abilities, since Vince had no trouble keeping an eye on both the game and Meena. She observed the game with a slightly tense look on her face, which melted everytime she turned her attention back to Vince in order to try and get his mind off the game. Thankfully, she had managed to spark his curiosity enough with her unwillingness to talk about Kessel.<br/><br/>"Trade secret? Nonsense. Have we not shared every secret so far? Have I not helped you con some very remarkable and rich young men?" Vince's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed her for a moment before focusing on the game once more. Drak called out his cards and Meena had a bad feeling about this. When the cards were revealed, she sighed and shook her head, glaring at Drak once more before flashing a forced smile to Vince who was now collecting the money. He reminded Drak that he was indeed the best player on this moon, to which Drak responded with a rather poor insult. Where were his guts?! Ugh, if every Coruscant investigator was like him, no wonder crime was so common.<br/><br/>"And what do you really know about this moon?" Vince asked, his full focus now on Drak's attempt at trashtalking. "Tell me, are you familiar with the intricate networks that make this entire moon function as it does on a daily basis? Judging from your words, you don't."<br/><br/>Meena secretly kicked Drak's leg under the table, as if to urge him to save whatever remained of his dignity. In the meantime, Vince was surprised about Drak's question that seemed so out of place. "Why? Because we all gotta make a living. We all have certain talents, skills, abilities, tendencies, preferences... You should know." Vince chuckled and glanced at Meena. "Necessities, my friend. Times are tough. Some have always had it tough. This is just where I find the most profit and least trouble." He checked his cards, finding himself at 10 now. Nevertheless, he kept a straight face and looked over to Meena, wanting to include her in the conversation again. "Which reminds me, have you kept yourself out of trouble since getting out of prison? Have you considered giving up on the lifestyle?"<br/><br/>Meena sipped her drink eagerly, feeling a comfortable buzz settle in. A few more glasses and she would be a very happy person. Before replying to him she ordered another drink for herself, thinking that it was better to be absolutely drunk if she really was going to lose this bet. "I've been a very good girl." She purred and smiled to Vince who arched a brow, realizing that she was indeed getting more intoxicated. "But no, I still want to con some day. I just have to wait until they forget about me, you know? You can't keep me down when it comes to that." Meena received her next drink and raised it slightly. "Cheers."<br/><br/>She then proceeded to down her drink at once.<br/><br/>Slamming her glass back on the table, she smiled to both Drak and Vince. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I desperately need to get high on something." Meena sneered slightly as she stood up and disappeared into the crowd, in search for spice.<br/><br/>Vince frowned before turning back to Drak, finally able to ask his brutally honest and straightforward questions. "What are your intentions with her? Has she slept with you yet?" He sighed deeply and gave Drak a terrible glare. "You know, if something were to happen to her..." Vince didn't finish his sentence, but his expression spoke more than a thousand words.