The Frost Casino was as seedy and lively as ever. Floor girls in their old school show girl outfits passing out drinks and giving words of encouragement to gamblers to enable them into spending more money. Cliff, head of security, stood off to the side with a permanent scowl on his aged face. Dark brown eyes scanning the floor to make sure no one was stepping out of line and also making sure the whales were being taken care of because they spent the most.