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Melvin was looking over the back of the couch where Jerry was macking on some girl and narrowed his bloodshot eyes. "I'm going to drug his drink until he ODs." He mumbled.

"No you're not." Saliva said, waiting for instructions from Harrison and checking her phone.

"Think I can't get Harrison to get him sacrificed?"

"He's not a pawn." She said.

"Right....I am." He continued to stare from across the room. "I feel like one." In more than one way as Jerry made out with some random woman.

Sammy's own violet eyes shifted to look towards G a soft smile crossing her face, "Hey big guy, don't worry about it." A small hand pressed gently against his back as she smirked just a bit more. "You ain't going alone if this happens. I'll be there with you on the other side."

Her offer was given and she turned to Harrison to elaborate as well, "I know, that a fights coming, I'd be more then happy to join in by all accounts. But Boss, there are people here who care a hell of a lot for you. People who... might just be better people then I wanted to think they where. They need you, we all need you, and having you march off to some slaughter fest with the other kingdoms puts them and everyone else at risk."

She grinned now, a tired looking thing, she knew what it was like to never sleep, it took far too much drug and liquor to even taste the thought of it. Remember the silence of the silver kingdom, it was comforting.

"I'm honest with you, I'm tired. I've been tired, maybe it's time to take a rest for me and get some sleep, least I can do is make sure it's for a good cause right? And Big Boy here is gona need some company where he wants to go, might as well help him with that too while I can."

As Riyo received her vodka, the girlpromptly grabbed it and marched up towards the stage, a look of determination in her eyes. No sadness, no remorse.

"Kill me." Was what she said simply as she stopped in front of the stage and took a big swig of her drink. "I want to die, and being able to choose my own grim reaper is ironic for my life. I like that." The girl shrugged, glancing to G only momentarily before continuing.

"But enough about what I want. You want to make a strategic decision. I'm no good for a group. I'm solo-minded, and most of my expertise comes from surprise. I don't give a s**t about any of these people around us. Also. I have no family. No friends. Just a bunch of cats who will be fine without me. Cats are independent. If their owner dies, they will move on without a shed tear." The thoughts were a bit bleak to her, knowing that even her cats would likely not miss her, but it was something that needed to be said.

"I'm a hitman. I've killed many people, and I've been waiting for the universe to deal me the worst death I can possibly experience. I'd like to go out quickly if I have a choice in the matter."

Yep there was a scuffle happening on the floor. Jing's muffled grumbles for assistance was not just for show. "Unhand me so I can cut you!" the dealer demanded as he wriggled to get free and begin headbutting Nuk into unconsciousness as the voice came in on high.
Words that demanded more sacrifices, more blood. It wanted a long, in our to give ultimate power. He had to wonder if the end justified the means.

All while biting down on the arm around his neck and face.

After all the time of scuffling and jockeying for dominance, looking up became an option after the hold and saw the eyes of one damp Ying.

"Well you sure look like crap." he was the best brother ever.

Not to die. Harrison understood that.

"That's what I want too," Harrison said. "Easier said than done, huh? But if you want Protection, you came to the right place. Look. The Voice spoke so. Everybody's gotta fight. It's all we got. And I know your situation- with your King gone, you can't be too much longer for this world. Silver's pretty big on info, you've probably seen Miasma deaths before. Guys cut off from it- it's long, and it's not pretty. Right now, you're like a phone without a charger. ...Outta gratefulness for your service to us, I can offer you some of my power. Give you a chance in the fight to come. I can't tell you that you won't die. But if you throw in with us, I can tell you there's a chance you'll come back."

Harrison leaned back.

"I'm willing to offer you an Advisor position, same as Jordan. Means you'd be under his wing. Have some ability to avoid attacks. And have access to what information we got. And...if you got some ideas about the Voice-" Harrison hesitated. The Voice knew anything, not like whispering helped. But he whispered anyway, "Can't say I trust it either. I'm bound by certain rules. But I won't get in your way."

Sammy came to stand next to G, and they got their first offering.

He looked at Andrew, "Give me a minute," then stood.

Harrison grasped G's hand, shook it solemnly, "It won't be for nothing," he told him, then pulled the larger man close, public in the display, embracing him. One of the Family. Willing to give the ultimate, so they could all live to fight another day. Harrison turned, with an arm around G's shoulder.

"You heard the Voice!" he announced over the Casino, "Fighting's nothing new to us! But we gotta pay for entry. We got any other volunteers?"

Sammy spoke next, and Harrison turned to her as well, taking her hand. Violent, brusque, but loyal just the same. Willing to ice anybody he'd asked her to. He just didn't think the friendly fire comment would mean bullets that close to home.

Riyo, who had always been more aloof, got a small smirk. Heh. You too. But he shook her hand and embraced her, the same way he had the other too. An acceptance of the gift.

Sammy and Riyo were familiar with death. G, less so. But they each had their reasons. "More than we asked for. But we need you, just the same."

Harrison gestured.

"Follow me to the roulette table."

He announced louder, "Anybody else who wants to throw in their lot's welcome to do so. Guess this wouldn't be a Watch soiree without a gamble."

Melvin frowned, setting his brow against the back of the couch to wipe his face and breathed out. "It hurts now though." Melvin looked back up to peek at Jerry, who was still with that woman. "Still lonely...." But he remembered what Rep said on the roof, and smiled despite the twisting in his gut. "....but I still got you. I guess my company isn't so bad."

Shock covered Andrew’s face at the other man’s willingly giving of his life for the family. He started at him, is complete opposite wondering, if there ever could be a time where there would be someone besides himself that he could give his life too. In his heart he knew the answer, no. Not even for his own brother, despite the heart ache he felt after his death, would he give up his own life. Never. He would survive. But the giant man forced him to question his thoughts, just for a moment.

And then again and again, Jordan was right there was loyalty here. And he was selfishly thinking about himself. Or maybe they were the ones who were idiots, just giving themselves up like that. Either way, they were right, it was best for the group, for the kingdom. And it was best for him, if he cast his lot in with them. That was very tempting at the moment, he would have back up, and crazy loyalty, as long as he gave what he had… and what he had was info gathering skills. They would keep him alive. At least they would try.
Harrison had more volunteers than he needed. He decided to solve this via a little game, how suiting for a casino.

At least he would get good benefits, he glanced and Jordan, frowning a moment. What were they whispering about? Something he had said triggered something, and he wanted to know what.