The bright Vegas sights and sounds are blinding, a distraction from everyday life, and for some, a way of life. Ace is one of those people who makes a living here, if it could be called that. He certainly calls it that. Ace is stepping out of one of his regular casinos, pockets light and head dizzy. He's pretty intoxicated, but he's built up quite the tolerance over the past two decades of heavy drinking.

Despite the circumstances, Ace has a cheesy grin on his face. He places a cigarette between his lips, and he cups his hand around the ember of his lighter to ignite the other end. He pauses though, his gaze wandering to... Them. His mouth almost drops open, his head tilts to the side as he admires them. He manages to keep it together, his shades concealing the enamored look in his dark eyes.

"Hey!" Ace calls out, waving them over and gesturing to the cig between his lips. He hides his lighter in his back pocket. "... You got a light? I think I left mine somewhere..." He lies, smoothly. He could very well light his own cigarette, but he wants an excuse to talk to them, to keep them here as long as possible. Ace has never been known to let opportunities pass him by.