Timer doesn't have the square footage to gamble with. If he loses any he's going to have to move into a closet. But the other week he found an arcade/casino place with play money. Go in, get a few hundred tokens, play poker or pinball or pinochle, provide human scenery and help the fellow who organizes the place feel like he does something useful with his death.
Nathan is dealing blackjack, because why not, he likes to feel useful with his death too, and it wouldn't be very fair for him to play it. His table's short a player right now.
unconqueredsun
"Sounds about right. Handy, that. I think I have the host's code written down somewhere..." He searches, finds a small blue book. "Ah, here it is. I'll talk to him tomorrow, check about the menu."
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