[The shows, the slots, they lose their appeal pretty quickly. The truth is there's little appeal to begin with. He gambles in his way, but he has little interest in games of chance.
Still, still. When in Rome, or rather, when in an annoyingly inescapable simulation of Rome... Metaphorically speaking...
Rudy's dressed simply enough-- sharp but not ostentatious, just fancy enough not to look out of place, since everyone's dressed to the nines-- and he's pulled up a small table, where he's ignoring a show, and somewhere or other he picked up a deck of cards, which he's quietly shuffling.]