The pleasure is to play. [ Dealing at one of the blackjack tables for a good portion of the night is a man who's never looked more in his element.
He handles the cards with the ease of an old pro, alternating between startling efficiency and flourish depending on the mood of any given hand. It's gotten to the point where most anyone playing at his table draws an audience for the riveting show it makes--losers are met with consolation and sympathy from the crowd, but winners? Winners are celebrated like heroes, drinks being offered every which way amidst the cheers and laughter, all the while the dealer is gracious and congratulatory of his patron's incredible luck.
In between games he's still making a show, calling out to anyone who shows some curiosity with far more charm than your average barker. ]
Anyone else care to test their luck tonight? Fortune favors the bold, you know.
[ Of course, not everyone wants an audience for their games. Should a player want a more subdued experience he's able to procure one of the private rooms in the back--some of the fairies on duty seem to like him. ]
Snake eyes watching you. [ Good as he is at what he does, he was supposed to be here as a customer, so eventually he'll be shooed off the tables to enjoy his night in other ways. He can be found hobnobbing with locals and fairies (as much as one can hobnob with little guys that don't talk) and generally taking the whole place in, maybe once again more in work mode and on patrol than in proper relaxation mode.
He's starting to notice some people scurrying about, though. Carrying bags, tools, or seeming as if they're looking for something. Maybe the smart thing to do would be ignore it and let himself have a peaceful night, but Sigma's never boasted a flawless track record of smart decisions.
So if anyone's busying themselves with an errand, they may notice someone doing their best to hide the fact they're following along. ]
You know I'm born to lose. [ As the night goes on, when things are usually starting to pick up, Sigma is visibly starting to wind down.
He can be found on his own at a table near the dance floor, just far enough to be difficult to spot at first but close enough for him to have a view of everyone dancing. Chin resting in a hand that's exactly what he's doing, watching everyone have a nice time, though if one cares to look closer he's not quite watching them. His eyes are slightly unfocused, looking through all the activity rather than at it, his head (perhaps quite literally) in the clouds.
On top of that his drink has hardly been touched. Gonna leave a ring on the table at this rate. ]
Wildcard. [ Wanna do something else? Mix and match?? Hit me! ]
Sigma | Bungo Stray Dogs
[ Dealing at one of the blackjack tables for a good portion of the night is a man who's never looked more in his element.
He handles the cards with the ease of an old pro, alternating between startling efficiency and flourish depending on the mood of any given hand. It's gotten to the point where most anyone playing at his table draws an audience for the riveting show it makes--losers are met with consolation and sympathy from the crowd, but winners? Winners are celebrated like heroes, drinks being offered every which way amidst the cheers and laughter, all the while the dealer is gracious and congratulatory of his patron's incredible luck.
In between games he's still making a show, calling out to anyone who shows some curiosity with far more charm than your average barker. ]
Anyone else care to test their luck tonight? Fortune favors the bold, you know.
[ Of course, not everyone wants an audience for their games. Should a player want a more subdued experience he's able to procure one of the private rooms in the back--some of the fairies on duty seem to like him. ]
Snake eyes watching you.
[ Good as he is at what he does, he was supposed to be here as a customer, so eventually he'll be shooed off the tables to enjoy his night in other ways. He can be found hobnobbing with locals and fairies (as much as one can hobnob with little guys that don't talk) and generally taking the whole place in, maybe once again more in work mode and on patrol than in proper relaxation mode.
He's starting to notice some people scurrying about, though. Carrying bags, tools, or seeming as if they're looking for something. Maybe the smart thing to do would be ignore it and let himself have a peaceful night, but Sigma's never boasted a flawless track record of smart decisions.
So if anyone's busying themselves with an errand, they may notice someone doing their best to hide the fact they're following along. ]
You know I'm born to lose.
[ As the night goes on, when things are usually starting to pick up, Sigma is visibly starting to wind down.
He can be found on his own at a table near the dance floor, just far enough to be difficult to spot at first but close enough for him to have a view of everyone dancing. Chin resting in a hand that's exactly what he's doing, watching everyone have a nice time, though if one cares to look closer he's not quite watching them. His eyes are slightly unfocused, looking through all the activity rather than at it, his head (perhaps quite literally) in the clouds.
On top of that his drink has hardly been touched. Gonna leave a ring on the table at this rate. ]
Wildcard.
[ Wanna do something else? Mix and match?? Hit me! ]