The whole table seemed to be watching her, and she'd notice that, while the orc seemed to be the leader of sorts, the rest all looked to be fairly muscular and fit, and all of them seemed to know each other. There was some definitely jealousy at the attention she was giving to the orc - who responded to her question, a little flustered. "Uhh, Vakur. Vakur Zuk," he replied, a little sheepishly, eyes wide at how she was teasing him.<br/><br/>One of the other guys at the table, a human by the looks of it, answered her question. "Celebrating! We're the ones who got on the team, this year, so we're drinking and gambling to celebrate!" and a chorus of cheers echo the sentiment, the dealer at the table trying to remain professional, but he looked heavily harried, with the raucous crowd.<br/><br/>Despite the 'no touching' rule, Vakur didn't seem to be the sort to listen, and he quickly grabbed her hips with one hand, to try and tug her onto his lap. "C'mon, help us celebrate!"