Benny had been enjoying his alone time in his hotel room, staring out his large wall to wall window with a grand view of the Lucky 38 and the wasteland beyond. He flicked a chip up and down in his hand, his head running through old memories and future plans. He had only been the leader of the Chairmen and the Tops for a year or so, but he had grown far too used to it. The idea of scouring in the wasteland for scraps like the old days disgusted him now. He loved luxury and he wanted more of it. He wanted the Lucky 38. He wanted the whole strip.

Benny sighed loudly as he heard his hotel door open, he spun around in his chair to face Swank with a mildly annoyed expression. "What's the dealo?"

Swank nodded his head out the door, "We got a big spender. Too big. And they refuse to leave or stop gambling. Normally, I'd throw them out but heard you wanna go all civilized and might wanna deal with it yourself."

Benny groaned but pushed himself out of his chair. He tossed the chip one last time before pocketing it and making his way downstairs with Swank. As soon as he left the elevator, he could see the problem from here. They were gorgeous and had a stack of caps as tall at the 38. Benny fixed his suit jacket before rocking a smile and gliding up to their blackjack table.

"Hello, heard you were on a world record winning streak, baby." he leaned against the table.