Micah had a stack of chips in front of him that were acclimating in the thousand dollar range, but he never counted his chickens before they hatched. It was bad luck, or something like that. Of course, the character that he was sharing his head with was choosing the most random times to remind him that using his magic for personal gain was bad luck, but all Micah was seeing was a ton of money being thrown his way. And there were two hot blonds kind of grinning at him on the other side of the table and waving at him and looking at each other and giggling. Oh yeah, this was going to be an awesome night.
He cheered with the other people around the craps table as he managed to telekinetically make the die land on his number again. The other players were looking quite baffled, while the spectators were eating it all up. Craps was impossible to cheat at, right? Yeah right. Psssh, not when Micah was on the case. He figured anything out, especially with Chris, who was choosing to cooperate for the most part - though he did feel the need to remind Micah every five minutes that this was probably going to end badly. For who? The dealer?
Oh well!
The Californian turned toward the voice and grinned large and wide as he saw the guy from the strip club. "Yo, Liam, my man!" He grinned. "You have a nice time with that girl?" He waggled his eyebrows, practically teasing him.