The Capital: Jude and Sasha
"Lead the way," The impressed eyebrow arch was internal, poker-face firmly in place with a faux sugar-sweet smile just for her 'brother', and then the look of disdain at the surroundings as they moved towards the games. Jude had the right attitude, and this evening was already looking up. Back in the hotel room, Sasha had made certain to outfit him with cash. Large bills. Lots of them. It wouldn't be prudent for the lady to carry all the money. Then again, the lady wasn't planning on playing very much. The theory behind buying casino chips was that a person didn't feel like they were spending money as they toss it down on the tables for the house to take. That theory rang true when being talked out of cash, as well. Chips were often handed over like candy, the mark often unaware of just how much they'd given away. It helped that casinos kept alcohol flowing like a tsunami, free and heavy, and capable of knocking you down on your ass and drowning you if you don't avoid the inevitable.
Even with his hand on her waist, she kept a reasonable space between them, no matter how much she may have actually wanted to lean in. The buzz of the crowd was interspersed with the clatter of roulette ball or occasional cheer from the craps table. There were several tables with different types of poker, and a few tables between the other games that had been set up for blackjack. Sasha's eyes were immediately pulled towards the 'back room' (squared off with hedge walls and a garden arch entry) where she knew that baccarat was being played, and that particular game screamed high roller. Eventually. Not time to appear over-eager.
Of course, the man she was looking for was hitting on one of the escorts at the bar. Sasha had seen him, only the slightest flicker of recognition in her eyes, before her attention was given back to Jude. It was a shame he was her brother tonight, because to put it bluntly, he looked devastating. Instead she kept her gaze disinterested and bored, casually casing the room for cameras and possible other exits. Besides the elevator, there was only one door and it was guarded by two gorillas in suits. Okay, okay, so they were just really big guys, but Sasha was fairly certain they could crush someone's head with one hand easily. Subtle folds of jacket betrayed the presence of guns, and Sasha was a little worried that she only had her derringer with her.
The fake Dutch accent was fun to work with, and it helped to cover that thick Jersey twinge to her words, "Are you going to show these Americans how to play?" Sasha motioned to an open seat at one of the blackjack tables between two very serious men that looked like they'd lost a battle with a bottle of bourbon each. "You know how dreadful I am with cards. The dice have always been nicer to me."