"Or didn't make the last four or five cuts we had," Cassandra said with shake of her head and going for a glass and a beer for Drea. She grabbed a bottle of vodka on the way for her own drink. She wasn't the greatest bartender in the world, but someone didn't grow up in a casino without learning how to mix a drink or four. She handed the full glass to Drea, then set about making herself a martini. "How long has it been? Just since prison?"