Much stood there with more cash money than he'd held in his hands in years, and a silver bottle thing he was going to take straight to Rex, although he had no idea how he was going to explain how he got it.
He had no idea how he was going to explain how he got any of this. He had a thousand dollars in his hand, so why did he feel like he'd just lost?
There was more money in the drawer, but they were all in thousand dollar stacks, and his pockets were not that big. And it still felt like a trap: Peitho's laughter was really unnerving him. Still, he memorised the drawer, and the contents, out of habit, as if scoping this place out for a robbery was still a thing that might happen.
A group of three people came giggling and groping down the hall toward the bedroom, and Much flattened himself against the wall to let them past, then got out of there, back to the weirdly dark, moonlit (Luna-lit?) living room, and spotted Leila. "Hey," he said, grabbing her arm because he needed a touchstone he more-or-less understood. "Guess what just happened."