Lucas was in a casino, way outside Rough Rider territory, he was over by the slot machines, trying multiple different machines and watching time and again, lose "Gwad, fuckin' dammit" Lucas said on his latest loss, suddenly he felt a presence and looked the side, Lucas smiled as he saw Blake, and his fat ass. Lucas reached down and gave one of soft cheeks a squeeze, he pulled him closer and smiled as he looked back at the slots, then, as if him groping Blake gave him luck, they all stopped on a match. Lucas wanted to yell in victory, but wanted to look cool in front of Blake, Lucas bent down to collect his prize, but instead of seeing a pile of shiny Caps, he saw a stack of dull green paper strips, they were bank notes "What da fawck? Da hell are dezz?" Lucas said picking up the money and inspecting one of the bills, this won't get him anything in the Mojave, which was a shame because he wanted to take Blake somewhere nice, treat him a bit, but now... "Dis iz some fuckin' bullshit! I put tree hundred Caps in 'ere, and what do day give me? Baseball tickets! Materfuckas must be thinkin' we's stupid if dey think dis is a good trade!" Lucas said to... no one in particular, in fact he was so mad, he didn't even now if was still looking at Blake or the slots, he couldn't see much of anything really, being so mad as losing three hundred Caps for seemingly nothing