Darion just smiled happily when the waitress agreed to take him over to one of the better tables.  Though when they reached the table, he looked at the number of chips the players had infront of them.  The 250 caps he had in that pouch on his waist probably would only get him maybe a quarter of the amount they had at best...<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Oh, looks like a fun game, the odds are not looking like they are in my favor.”</span>he said with a grin at the looks of the game.  He liked the challenge.<br/><br/>Of course he looked at the cocktail waitress before she could retreat back to work.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Why don't you stick around Darlin'?  I am sure these men could finish off your tray of drinks easily, and I could use the luck of your radiant beauty gracing me with your presence.”</span>he said with a welcoming smile to her.  After that he turned to the dealer and removed the pouch of caps from his waist to offer to that one.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Deal me into the game, it should be about 250 Caps in there.”</span><br/><br/>Darion himself really looked out of place among those people though, still wearing his desert colored old ranger's armor and desperado hat, his weapons across his back and the pistol on his right thigh and the extra mags on his hip belts where he had taken the pouch of caps from.  He looked more like a physical threat than a threat to the game, but the grin on his face at the challenge seemed to be there to make the other players uneasy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>