Smith decides to hit

"I'm no dummy. My odds of winning with a hand like this are practically zilch. Go ahead, hit me with another one," Smith sighed, tapping two fingers down on the table twice in quick succession. She looked at her coffee mug, then grinned back to Robin. "Say, you think I can get something stronger than coffee? It'd kinda give this whole thing a Vegas atmosphere, heh heh. I'm already gambling and smoking on the job, why not have a drink too?"

"Oh, honey-poo, I'm going to have to strike that one down. Getting naked in the office is one thing! Getting drunk in the office is another entirely. What kind of establishment do you think this is, huh? That's why you'll never make TV!" Miss Lyra disapproved from over by the door.

Robin shrugged. "I don't really have anything to offer you anyway, unless Betty can make something. Or Colline. There was something about Jesus and wine..."

"Betty? Colline? Jesus?" Smith asked, scratching her dirty hair and looking confused.

"N-Nevermind! You know what I can offer you? Another card!"