Birthright

Daniel knew. It contributed to that satisfied smile. He held up a two so the bartender would give him a beer, too, although he did care what kind, which was stupid considering the taste didn’t vary much on his palette. He drummed his fingertips on the bar. “Uhhh, for a while, I was living off my trust fund. Don’t just me. But now I’m coasting on fumes so I’ve gotta figure something out.”

He did a double-take.

“What about you? Vegas doesn’t come cheap.”