he’s tapping the slots at vikki & vance until the nashes open up the doors to the mojave express.  clean and clear of jobs at the moment, it’s about time he picked up another - or maybe a couple of all of those deliveries happened to be going in the same general ( ish ) direction... particularly as jericho was never that strict with himself about sticking to the routes and avoiding detours ( detours were fun.  detous were also the thing that tended to put him in the most danger... still fun though... ).

anywhoo.... the slot machine actually coughs up a handful of caps, amounting to a few more than he’d put in there in the first place ( l u c k y ) - while playing some slightly off-tune jungle and making a small clamour all on its own.

it’s only after he’s pocketed most of the caps and is scooping the last few out of the battered metal tray that he notices someone else wandering the slot section.  out of curiosity or interest in actually playing - he has no idea -

❝ if you’re gonna toss in a cap or two, avoid the machine on the end... lever’s broken, it’ll eat your money and y’ain’t even gonna have the satisaction o’watchin’ those wheels spin. ❞