[Munch's Master]

OOC: Why has the quick reply box gone all tiny?
IC:
Marty turned to Terry and grinned. "Mate, I'm dressed in a sparkly Valet suit with a waistcoat and tassles. Do I look like I'm on security? I'm doing the cabaret and I guide people round the casino, try and get them to play the games, that sort of thing. And I've probably also got to organise the cinema showings upstairs if I'm in the entertainment side of things. And the only reason I'm at the hotel now is to drop my stuff off, then it's back to the casino."
He then realised he hadn't got a room number. Luckily for him some employees at the hotel were walking over with one of that Big Cheese's guards (Flak). He spoke to Chic.
"Hey..erm, I don't know my room number. I've booked in as an employee but I'm paying to use the hotel for my accomodation, sicne I only work in the casino. Do you know my room number?"
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Flak stopped and looked down at Marty. He grunted and thought to himself. 'Hah, Slig's dressed up like a sweet wrapper. 'Nother weirdo like that guy in a dress back there.
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Jerik nodded at Bernie and walked into the casino itself, accompanied by Slak. He noticed a Chronicler there.
"Greetings. I'm wanting to play a game of poker, preferably against other players but the house will do to. Care to join me?"