The world just seemed to move around him. The woman with the blue mohawk got up in a huff after some comment that the ghoul seemed to have made. She seemed surprisingly graceful for one who had only moments ago been so drunk. She was a good faker if he had ever seen one. Soon, pink mohawk followed, and her friend started to drink like a horse herself. The ghoul got up, alone now, to talk to the drinking woman. He was again left alone to his drink, an opportinity he once more took. A second bottle stood empty before him, before he motioned for his third.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Orange">Having a bad night?</span>", Vega asked.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">No, my friend. Simply a boring one.</span>"<br/><br/>A third bottle was handed to him before he got up and waded deeper into the Gomorrah. He seen found himself at a poker table, nothing too special about it save for one of the people he'd seen before in the meeting room, this time with a waitress on his lap. Tony sat down in an open chair next to the man as he placed his hat on the waitresses head. Louie settled down at his feet as Tony reached into his coat and pulled a sack. It rattled as he put it down on the table and opened it. If one were to peer inside, they'd find an unbelievable amount of chips. Tony carefully plucked two stacks of twenty chips and placed them next to the bottle of Brew.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">Deal me in.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>