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"The best kind," Nyaryssa said, leaning towards him from behind Drei, one hand gripping the bar to keep from falling. "The kind that's awesome."

She straightened and picked up the cards, shuffling the deck sloppily. "Le's do you firs' Mr. Stupid Jacket Man," she said. She moved to draw one card, then stopped and squinted suspisciously at Esk. "This's gon' be money, uhkay? I don' do freebies, so y'better have, like, like, thir... uh... no, for... twenty... uh... fuck it, ten o' the li'l, shiny, round, plate-lookin' fuckers."

She made to play a card again, then stopped again. She turned to look accusingly at Esk. "Okay?!" she demanded. She slapped her hand on the bar for emphasis.