As the man starts to set up the game,
an older man with a managerial air
comes over and whispers something in
the first man's ear. The gambler turns
to Hawkwind regretfully and shrugs his
shoulders. "Sorry, kids aren't allowed
in here. Better take the lad home."
Hawkwind pulls you away. "Never mind,
Amsel; we can get money elsewhere."
