"Touche," Felix relented, figuring it was probably better not to mention that the only interesting ones in that scenario were the people who couldn't actually afford to lose the piles of money they were offering, not the rich assholes who would likely just shrug off a loss even if it was inconvenient.
"We'll figure out something," he added, maneuvering around the shrub to hunt for the second cricket, but despite knowing for sure that it was in there, no amount of ruffling the leaves with his foot seemed enough to flush it out. "If it's like the soda machine people would just dare their own shit and see who'd be willing to take the bet, but we'd probably have to has some things out. I don't know who actually wins that. Could be fun, though. Where did you go, you little shit?"