He cast a glance downwards, wondering if perhaps a superman shirt had been a bad choice. He’d outgrown superheroes. Or so he liked to think, however there was still a quiet admiration for the valiant, underwear adorning man lurking in the depths of his maze-like mind. A small smile passed over his lips at the other’s rather sarcastic comment.

"oy -- this is rigged! i want my money back. utter bullshit -- don't fuckin' touch me!"

sooyeon stares, her knuckles pressing against her lips to hide back the satisfied smile as the intoxicated male is taken away by security. he's out of it -- mind and money, and the dealer smiles at the few other people around the table, bowing her head as she murmurs a soft apology.

she hadn't been doing anything at all, really. merely dealing and minding her own business, playing by the rules. just because a sorry sap had a bad hand didn't mean it was her fault. she hadn't done a damned thing.

she twists around to face another employee -- her stand-in, and she nods her head gratefully as she moves past. it's her break time, extended enough because of the little stunt the upset male had done.

sooyeon sighs as she moves away from the tables, reaching up to undo the tight ponytail that held up her hair. she winces as she tugs a strand or two, letting her hair fall in waves; it's a nice feeling, she supposes. running her fingers through it to clear it out, she flickers her stare around the casino, nodding her head at other employees and smiling at the occasional customer.