Wilbur stood inside the land of the Las Nevadas, leaning against the outside walls of Las Nevadas' biggest, only casino. There was a ciggarette in his hand, inhaling the toxic, black smoke that filled his lungs. He glanced over to his right before remembering he brought his kid with him. "Oh—..." He said as he blew out grey smoke from his chapped lips. "Hey kid. Kinda forgot you were there... how's school? Good grades?"