Illy and Remy
Remy was used to hard luck cases, because he was a hard luck case too. He didn't divulge too much of his own past, but growing up in an underground thieves guild in New Orleans meant he didn't play by the rules. The dangerous cut of her smile didn't deter him, either. He was like a moth to a flame when it came to danger, so he wasn't shying away. Whatever secrets she did have, he was curious about.
"Barkin' up de wrong tree, cher. Dunno nothin' about normal? But I do know a lil' about cutting loose," he said while reaching into his back pocket and producing a flask. He shook it around so she could hear the slish-slosh of liquid inside. "I had dem fill it with bourbon, downstairs."
It helped that he had time to flirt with a cute bartender and that they didn't see him sneaking up to the game room after.