"I mean, what are you going to gamble? Vodka?" Oran gives her a wry (or maybe a rye, considering) grin.
"The problem with this place is that the only people who are organized are the ones who want to police people, and the city is so empty there's nothing to police, so you wind up with little pockets of activity. The only time we all get together is nights like this," he flaps his hand upward, laconic.
"You have to make your own fun, but... if you're a betting woman, I'm sure there's plenty to bet on."
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"The problem with this place is that the only people who are organized are the ones who want to police people, and the city is so empty there's nothing to police, so you wind up with little pockets of activity. The only time we all get together is nights like this," he flaps his hand upward, laconic.
"You have to make your own fun, but... if you're a betting woman, I'm sure there's plenty to bet on."