Lily grinned, and then added, "And five hundred on, umm... 1-12."<br/><br/>A few other players make their bets, as well, and the ball rolls out. "Black 17," the dealer calls, Midnight groaning, as the bets were wiped away, no money coming back in.<br/><br/>They'd continue to play for another forty minutes or so, making more conservative bets, and generally breaking even. During that time, Midnight would attract a small crowd of onlookers, both male and female, who were clearly eying her jealously, with the two gorgeous, apparently twin, redhead elves hanging off of her, and she seemed to be thriving from the attention, especially once the waitress arrived with drinks.