The bell over the door signaled their exit from the store as Devin's smile widened at her description. "Huh." He took a drink from his settled pop, tilting his head to the side. "Don't you think that's a little, uh, presumptuous?"
Devin drifted toward his car. "I would think the people who run the casinos were the layabouts. Easy money, flowing in every day, taking advantage of people's human nature to...want more? You know, the house always wins."
He laughed good-naturedly, tucking the scratch off into his pants pocket. "I haven't been a student since I was 17. I'm what the condescending would call street smart."
Devin gave her another, longer glance. "But it's a good thing you're not condescending, right?"
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on 2013-08-21 10:26 pm (UTC)Devin drifted toward his car. "I would think the people who run the casinos were the layabouts. Easy money, flowing in every day, taking advantage of people's human nature to...want more? You know, the house always wins."
He laughed good-naturedly, tucking the scratch off into his pants pocket. "I haven't been a student since I was 17. I'm what the condescending would call street smart."
Devin gave her another, longer glance. "But it's a good thing you're not condescending, right?"