“And here, I thought, you couldn’t play.”

Lest’s tail flicks idly as you place another bet, two chips, each worth fifty dollars. Playing safe, for now.

Her, sitting pretty on your lap as you place a Straight Flush on the leather-top table, effectively earning everyone else’s chips.

Upping your winnings to 1,800. From this, and many previous rounds.

And you say you’re rusty.

“You’re gonna get us kicked out for cheating, you know that?” she quizzes, honeyed eyes lazily drifting from player-to-player; taking in their disgruntled expressions with mild interest.