Yeah, like they could resist a charming guy like me.

The Calikasian growls distrustfully at your words, but Calikasians almost always growl distrustfully at people. The Huxorian looks to you neutrally and glances at the others for their opinions. The Phyrelian's four eyes look you over with some interest, her blue lips turning into a little speculative smile as she turns to the Huxorian and gives a "why the hell not?" sort of shrug. The human looks you over in a slow and meandering way, almost like a tigress would look over prospective prey, before letting her full, blood-red lips turn up into a slow and sensual smile as she looks to the Huxorian and gives him a wink and a barely perceptible nod.

With the votes in, the Huxorian looks over to you and gives you a nod as he nods to the space between the Phyrelian and the human. "If you've got credits, you're as welcome as anybody else.", he says, his voice high-pitched and somewhat reedy.

"Thank ya kindly, buddy. I appreciate that.", you reply as you take a chair from an empty table and pull it over to the space that had been indicated to you, giving both women a grin and a wink as you take your seat between them, "And don'tcha worry. I got creds enough."

As though to prove that, you reach into the pocket of the jacket you wear over your flight suit and produce a small handheld device, your personal digital multi-tool that keeps you connected to pretty much everything you need to be connected to. It gives you access to your accounts, lets you make holo-calls and basically serves as a personal computer in the palm of your hand. Yours also happens to be coded to your DNA so it can't be used by anybody but you, a function you paid a black market tech extra for along with basically making sure your device was untraceable (except by you from your ship) and nearly hack-proof as well. A sound investment, you always thought, as it had been more than once that a one night stand had ended with your finding the random person you'd taken to bed trying to hack into your accounts when they said they were going to the bathroom.

You take the handheld device out and, after hitting a few buttons and asking the Huxorian what the buy in is, a holographic representation of your credits in the form of old style poker chips in front of you projected from small hidden emitters in the table itself. A few of those chips disappear as the dealer calls for ante as he deals out the cards and you reach out and swipe a hand across the holographic chips to denote your betting.

The game you're playing is a variation of Terran five card draw, you find, with the twist of the cards actually being thin plastic sheets with a digital display that shows whatever card it is you have been dealt. The cards change suit and face at random intervals, making luck and bluffing a very large factor in the game. It is a true gambler's game, people say, as one risks everything and leaves it to luck to see whether they win or not.

You, always considering yourself quite lucky, smile as you take up your cards and proceed to place yourself in the hands of Lady Luck.