Okay, two can play at this game. Barry gives her an easy smile as he starts working the deck. The pit bosses watched him close every time there was an allegation that he was skimming or fleecing the customers out of just a little too much and they hadn't caught him yet. "I just work here," an easy roll of his shoulder. "I don't make a point of getting to know anyone too well."

Especially the super-wealthy types that absolutely don't run in the same circles that he does. Thea may pride herself on living a little dangerously in running a gambling racket but she'd never make it in the Glades.

Deal and hit. Bet. Discard and draw. The flow of the game is quick and easy and Barry keeps his banter with the table up as the drinks are poured down the necks of his marks. He's a little more discreet this time, switching out cards, making sure an extra chip or two is added to his overall "tip" pile.

What the house doesn't know certainly makes sure that he can keep a roof over his head and food in his stomach.