[ Gazing at him from over the top of the cuffs as they exchange hands, Lighter considers the options. It's not the worst offer to get when nothing but unchecked revelry is guaranteed, and even that concept has facets, faces he can't see just yet. Not from where he's standing, totally new. Having woken up here feeling like he'd become unmoored from reality, it's been go, go go — up from the unnerving, stationary vehicles, through the resort, into the party. Clocks don't work. Everything that means anything to to him has been shorn away. He'd be lying, if he said he needed longer to sort out what he's really going to do, but...

Play the game does seem simplest in the short term. ]

I might have to take you up on that, if they're really going to put me into debt twice over. [ That possibility sounds tense in his throat. ] You know, I don't really have many addictions, nowadays.

[ Lighter's attention sweeps the floor, spotting the bar. Glossy, gorgeous. A far cry from the setup in the back of the big rig, all cracked and coated in dust. ]

But I think I need a drink before I get any further into it. [ An intention marked by a gesture for Leon to follow him, if he's game. ] Considering my luck so far, I could probably do worse than a cop for a date here.

[ But only here. ]

Name's Lighter.