goons and players

chance: *just gambling like always*

goons: (noticing you) hey you, the gambler. come over here.

*glances up* what's up?

*n0li follows the bartender down the narrow hallway, past flickering wall sconces that cast dancing shadows. The air grows cooler as they approach a heavy wooden door at the end of the corridor.* Here we go. *The bartender pulls out a ring of keys, unlocks the door, and pushes it open to reveal a surprisingly spacious room furnished with a couch and a few armchairs. A single lamp casts a warm, soft glow, making the space feel unexpectedly cozy.* Okay, kid. Let's get you settled. *n0li carries lorne over to the couch and gently lowers him down, keeping a supportive hand on his back until he's safely seated.* The bartender lingers in the doorway for a moment, his gaze shifting between n0li and the drowsy lorne. He gives a single, decisive nod before pulling the door shut. The heavy lock clicks into place, the sound echoing softly in the quiet room.* Better? *n0li kneels beside the couch, voice low and concerned* You need anything? Water?