Jeremiah was perfectly comfortable in his own skin. Naked, dressed, flying shapeless fog. When it came to things he tended to be about as laid back as humanly possible. Granted the drugs the Regiment kept him on at all times helped immensely as well. That blush of hers didn't go unnoticed, but the Cajun boy just chuckled slightly at her remark about bluffing. "Nah, it wasn't that, suga. Ya had a tell...namely the fact that ya kept showing your hand to the whole table whenever ya tried to take a drink." When she spoke of finding her things he nodded a little, pausing to take a slow drag from his cigarette before casting a glance around. Oh he didn't see her stuff anywhere, nor did Miah even think to look behind his head either. When his visual scan came up empty though Drifter just shrugged.
"Not seeing your stuff. Reckon ya could always just stay the night, and make a fresh go of it in the morning. I'm sure we could find all manner of ways to pass the time." That grin of his grew a bit at the notion, and his gaze just shamelessly remained fixed on her. "Still think I owe the birthday girl a present or something."