The guard accepts the chip with a wry smile.  "You try not to have too much fun up there, Texas Jim."  Tipping his formal hat, brass shining only slightly less than the twinkle in the gambler's eye, he turns away, casting a momentary backwards glance at the woman entering the elevator... precisely as expected.  As Jim enters the elevator, there's a littl twinge of jealousy... dismissed quickly.  He moves along as the elevator doors close slowly between them.