The poker table was lively with buzzing chatter of guests, a mix of glasses clicking together, cards shuffling against each other, soft side chatter, the normal for the Sky Casino.

Sigma had decided to deal out the cards for that table, so as effortlessly as he could present it to be, he gathered the cards and shuffled them, not minding to put on a small show before dealing out the cards.

He glanced over to you, one of his more favored workers, with a nod toward the pack of cigarettes and lighter.

“A light, darling?”