Bet? Azrael? Well, if an Angel could smoke... But Azrael wasn't exactly the betting type. As far as he was concerned, most of his life had been one big gamble. He didn't place wagers lightly.
"Fun" Azrael replied. Picking up an old battered zippo lighter he flicked back the top. He shielded the cigarette with one hand and lit it with the other, before placing the clunky lighter back in his pocket. Inhaling deeply, he tilted his head back, before exhaling so that the smoke went upwards.
"As soon as Colby gets back off his break" he added, putting the pack back under the bar, pointing to Tequila with the two fingers that held his lit cigarette. "You can set up the table in the mean time if you really want" he offered.