Monty laughs, deep in his belly as he nods. "Hey, I know, I know - and his face when he fell?" He grins, that familiar Cheshire smile as he pats you hard on the back. "The bastard knew just what was coming to him. You did good, Scratch." He chuckles as he leads you to his private lounge, a more secluded part of the casino where he always offers you a drink and a smoke.

You and Monty go way back - you've worked together on all sorts of things, but mostly you've been there for him with his business, now his right hand man. He holds down the fort, you keep you eye on the streets to make sure everything's calm and running smoothly. And he's grateful for it, in the teasing, playful way he always is.

"Here, bud - take a seat. Lemme get us something to toast with." He gestures vaguely to the comfy-looking couch, rummaging around the bar.