Some big dank crappy basement crowded with rough looking guys in expensive suits and the occasional “bling” (i.e. bid, gaudy jewelry). Lots of three-day beards (think Don Johnson on Miami Vice) and jagged scars. The gang-o-hoods cluster around a table. Two guys sit across from each other at the table. Bottles of beer on the table and a pile of cash in between them. One guy is big and bald, head and face strangely smooth, grinning mouth just a little too wide. The skinny punk across from him has obviously fallen on hard times, crappy clothes, a pale haggard face with a desperate scared expression.
1 Caption: THEY’LL BET ON ANYTHING IN VEGAS.
A SLAVIC-looking DUDE with a pinstripe jacket, black T-shirt and gold chains holds up a big silver revolver. He grins like a jackass, showing a gold tooth.
2 Slavic Dude: NOW WE WILL HAVE SOME FUN, YES? ALL
YOU BASTARDS GET YOUR BETS IN, OKAY?
3 Caption: TOSS THE RUSSIAN MOB INTO THE MIX
AND ANYTHING GOES.
Slavic Dude slams the pistol down on the table between Skinny and Baldy.
4 Slavic Dude: SIX CHAMBERS. ONE BULLET. GOOD