11PM came around; rich people chattering, dice being rolled, the sweet jazz of the casino heard from the speakers, it was a fun and relaxing atmosphere to be at.

Sir Crocodile sat on a red couch in the VIP sections—exhaling some smoke from his mouth, a large cigarette chomped on by his teeth. The Vodka in the fancy wine glass swirls around while being held between his fingers. His solid and serious—yet relaxed, facial expression staying on his face as so.