The Mekhet at the pool table was too busy shooting pool to give a fuck about the random conversation that Rudy and Vorigan were having, thinking piratical thoughts about vessels and wenches.
Trask smirked at Dennis's remark regarding the guy with bandages, looking over at Vorigan for a moment before he nodded to Dennis's question. "Sure... Wager? Loser opens a fifty dollar bar tab with Vorigan there for the other?"
The Mekhet grinned, puffing out trails of smoke from his smiling mouth. The cigarette remained clenched lightly between his teeth, his eye peering right at the Haunt interestedly. There was plenty he could do with $50 at Vorigan's bar.
OOC Rules of Pool