"Oho, what's this?" Zhi turned away from the table, dice in hand and cigarette hanging off her lower lip. "If I didn't know better, I'd think ye were tryin' yer hand at diggin' on me. But surely ye wouldn't do that, on account ye should know better'n t' go 'round snufflin' like a blimmin' lackwit. At least make it interestin' fer me." She tsked. "Jager, Jager, Jager -- surely ye don't plan on disappointin' th' lasses all evenin'?"
She rolled. Six and five. Sighed. Pushed the coin towards his side of the table, along with the dice.
She rolled. Six and five. Sighed. Pushed the coin towards his side of the table, along with the dice.