Sin City. The city that never sleeps. Las fuckin' Vegas. He loved it, he loved it all. The bright lights that seem to make it impossible to pass by when they're illuminating the night, the busy streets, the parties, everything. How can you not love it all?

His hands move deftly over the table as he gathers everyone's chips, having won yet another game of blackjack with a bunch of drunk, laughing patrons. His lips are curled up in a smirk, and his hand's movements are quick in their goal of handing everyone their two cards for the next round of the game. "Come on, fellas. Surely you wouldn't refuse another game? I might even go easy on you." He quips with a loud chuckle, picking up his glass of whiskey and blowing out a soft puff of smoke from his cigar.

A fond exhale leaves him, and he checks his card that's currently faced up; a queen. Flipping over his next card confidently, a chuckle leaves him when a king is revealed, leaning back in his seat contently. "Well, gentlemen, I have 20. Who's got a 21?" He questions with a tilt of his head, snickering. He knows no one else would get another 20, let alone a 21, the sound of loud conversations and slot machines echoing in the background.

There was one thing that was distracting him from his game, though, and that was his companion. The poor thing was squirming in his lap and quietly murmuring about feeling guilty for spending his money, even though they know he has more than enough. Trying to lighten their mood, he gently squeezes their hip and chuckles, speaking up. "Say that again, doll? It's much too loud in here to hear you." He teases, being fully able to hear them despite his words. Listening to the complaints from the men at the blackjack table about him winning again, he rolls his eyes and smiles, talking to his companion again, now in a softer tone.

"Babydoll, I have more than enough money to let you spend, no? If you don't want to spend it for yourself, go buy me your favourite drink, okay? Imagine it's for me instead of yourself." He murmured, hoping that a gentle command would make it feel less like wasting his money and more using it for functional reasons, knowing damn well he's just going to give it to them when they return.