West nodded and raked in his chips. If he bet carelessly, he could put all of his winnings 'back into circulation' in twenty to thirty minutes without too much notice. Everyone remembered the guy that took their money -- but rarely did they remember the guy that got lucky once and left with nothing to show for it.
"I think I'll go as Doctor Who," he mused aloud, trying to start the conversation back up.
"Tom Baker's, of course. I'll need to find a scarf."
Jimmy? A TimeLord? Har, har.
Who said he didn't have a sense of humor?