Sitting over at one of the table games, Dareus, with a healthy stack of chips, seems to be beating the odds against the dealer, or at least moreso than the other people at his table. He takes a few sips of his Caf, and maintains a decent look at both his own cards, and the looks on the faces of his fellow players; occasionally they all seem to joke together, although the background noise of the Casino really doesn't allow it to carry without melding into the whole chorus of sound.