Markus had played a few more rounds, placing a bet here and there, though cashing out with the majority of his winnings when he felt he was beginning to push his luck a bit too far.  Standing atop the steps near the banker with his hands on his hips as he slowly scanned the casino floor was a posture reminiscent of a conquering King surveying his land. Winning always made him feel like this, thus, feeling like royalty was commonplace for the sharp-dressed man. Slowly smoothing out his vest, although taking great care to not reveal his concealed firearm, was a habit of his, whether his attire needed it or not. As he slowly started down the step, breakfast now on his mind, a flash of movement caught his eye making him go rigid as he froze in place. He locked his eyes on the source of commotion, and saw<i>her.</i><br/><br/>He couldn't help but let loose a bark of laughter as the security hauled the patron out, observing with much amusement as the group at the bar went back to their breakfast as if nothing happened.<span style="color: DarkRed">"Only in New Vegas, can a rainbow woman send a drunk man across the floor of an upscale casino with a flick of a wrist and no one bat an eye."</span>he muttered to himself still smiling as he approached the bar. Sliding into a stool off to the side he grinned to the gathering before looking to the tender,<span style="color: DarkRed"> "Brahmin Steak and eggs, also a glass of any sort of orange drink, and a shot of vodka." </span>Hell, he needed something to take the edge off, even after the gaming he was still a bit on the 'twitchy' side from the scuffle earlier this morning. He quickly slid the bills across the counter before turning fully toward the psychedelically shaded lady.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">"Oh Miss Faaanyaaa......"</span>he called over in a sing-song tone,<span style="color: DarkRed"> " if I didn't know any better, I would say you might be trying to avoid me.... either that, or the hired help around here is terribly slow on the draw."</span>he tilted his head slightly down, the baby-blue peepers showing just slightly above his mirrored lenses.<span style="color: DarkRed">"Jobs done, although someone didn't seem to want it that way."</span>. He placed his hand on his jaw, opening his mouth and squinting slightly,<span style="color: DarkRed">"The big one, asking the questions, had a hell of a left hook."</span>he smirked slightly tilting his head back, viewing the group now fully behind his shades.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>