Every once in a while, Wes got the urge to gamble a bit, and he did always prefer small, high stakes games like this to the large, bustling casinos--even though those were mostly in the underground scene as well. But he'd heard the game would be on, and so he'd put his chip in. So long as he followed his rule--never gamble anything he wasn't willing to lose--he would be just fine. Though he didn't intend to lose. He was a shrewd man, quite good at reading the room and its occupants.
Wes was a man who noticed everything when he had a mind to, and tonight, he'd noticed Penny right away when he'd arrived--how could he not with her in that ridiculous little number? She was clearly hoping for big tips tonight--but he'd chosen not to engage her right away. Not when there was a game to win. He'd been mildly amused that she'd opted to not work the room while serving drinks, and he could only imagine it was due to his presence. Having been to these sorts of games before, he knew precisely what her role ought to have been, and yet she was hiding behind the bar.
He'd paced his drinks appropriately, never one to get sloppy at a game, and he lounged casually in the chair, his cards facedown on the table for the moment when Penny came up to him. "Miss Ahuja," he returned with that same casual arrogance he'd had the first time they met in person, though one perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose at her use of the possessive in referring to the game. "It's certainly been... telling," he answered, glancing at her and barely having to tilt his head to meet her eyes. She really was a tiny thing, wasn't she?