"Aaaand there's another loss." Zane commented internally, the shiny ball of the roulette table landing in the exact opposite place he wanted it to. He wasn't exactly having much luck so far. How was that possible? Who in the world could lose at a casino? Sighing, Zane leaned back on his stool before promptly stopping himself from falling onto the establishment's floor. "I must say Zane, I'm somewhat worried about the state of our wallet. Perhaps we should leave before your stupidity leaves us homeless?" Beelzebub commented, a hint of fear in his voice. It was almost as though the demon actually believed Zane would be sleeping in a cardboard box tonight. Zane hopped off the stool, grabbing the overpriced drink he had ordered as he left the vicinity of the roulette table. "Relax, relax. Roulette is dumb anyways. If I wanted to see a ball spin I could just grab my old marble collection from back home." Zane was lying - he didn't have a marble collection. At least not anymore. Jerry from Baska stole it when they were 10. "Just... pick something low stakes, my friend. Low stakes."
Zane sipped his drink as his eyes scanned the casino, thinking about what Beelzebub said to him. Low stakes. Low stakes. Low steaks. Did Beelzebub actually mean that? Or was it a code for something else? Was he trying to say the opp- "No, I quite literally meant low stakes! We need money to survive, you fool!" Beelzebub's concerns fell on a deaf ears... or mind. Or however the hell their internal conversations worked. "So what you're saying is... we need to go as big as possible." Zane confidently replied as though he had just cracked some sort of hidden meaning. "No! What I mean i-"
"I've got a plan!" Zane interrupted Beelzebub, already having had a grand scheme completely laid out in his mind. Beelzebub sighed. At times like these it was probably best to just go with the insanity. "Oh yeah? And what happens to be your "grand" plan this time around, hm?" Beelzebub asked, Zane's feet already shuffling around the floor they were on as he looked at different people all around. "Well, first we need to find a partner. Someone I can work with here. Should be easy enough if we promise them a cut, right?" Zane approached the bar, his eyes judging just about every single person who sat or stood in its perimeter. "Alright, but I feel as though we should lay down a rule. No attractive human females, Zane. Everytime you try to pull them into some scheme or scam you always end up only focusing on th-"
"Oh, she's beautiful! I'll go ask her." Zane happily remarked internally, promptly heading on over to a woman sitting on one of the stools. It was around this time that Beelzebub just gave up. This was it. They were going to end up homeless. Zane slid in a somewhat dramatic fashion onto a stool near the lady, though in the end the rather small nature of the stools made it look more like he just... sat on it. Normally. But that doesn't sound as cool, so just pretend he slid! "Good evening, ma'am." He flashed the woman a smile, his teeth bringing out the best in his eyes. Or, well, eye. He was wearing the eyepatch at the moment. "I must say... this place is crawling with an absolute ton of people, yet you somehow still end up being the most beautiful. It's rather impressive, really. And extremely lucky on a statistical level." Zane wasn't actually trying to pick this woman up - yet, at least. Rather, he was tying his compliments into what he wanted to REALLY ask her. Lowering his voice a bit so no employees or customers could hear, he made his proposition. "Not only are you lucky to look that good, but you're also lucky to have met me here tonight. I need a partner for something that could win us a lot of money. It'll just require you to have a good poker face and a biiit of a willingness to... bend the rules a little. Interested?"