When she came back with Watson's bank statement, Crowley looked it over idly, unconcerned with the number there. It was hardly as if he needed to swindle the man out of his money. Hell, he was almost willing to pay Watson just for the amusement factor he entailed. But, thankfully the man had enough funds to cover the evening, plus a little more if he felt the urge to indulge.
Crowley took his hands at a few throws of the dice, seeming to do almost impossibly better than the other man. "Just a string of good luck, I suppose," The waitress may have rolled her eyes, but she seemed to have the sense not to let Crowley catch her doing it.