Jackson liked the bar he had found by the docks, not one of the classy joints meant for tourists, but one intended for the dock workers and cargo crew. He felt much more at ease there than in the posher places most of the Persephone crew would hit, and he figured he was much more likely to find word of his kind of gambling circle here, too. He wasn't made for the black tie sort.

As it was, he'd just wandered outside of the hole in the walls to have a cigarette, and he was leaning against the wall and thinking of exactly how mad his wife might be if he only got back to the ship in the morning, when somebody stopped by his side, and he glanced at them with a small smile. "Not a bad night for it, huh?"