Inglet glides into the casino, dressed to the nines in a black tux replete with bowtie, cummerbund, cuff links, and tails. Adding his own serpentine unipodal anatomy into consideration that gives him a grand total of "Three" in the "Tails department" . . . moving slowly and with a quiet, effortless dignity, he scans the room for games of skill moreso than those of pure chance. Quickly identifying the high rollers and the hangers-on, he maneuvers to a side table from which to observe the proceedings, keeping an eye out all the while for their hostess to make her entry!

Vandros had been staying the night in this same casino, and had been informed of this special evening. He is resplendent in a nice purple shirt, and a black vest. A holster still attached at his hip, because mercenaries don't go just anywhere without a weapon or two. He may have to turn it in though, alas.

	Zerna made her way into that private gambling area, looking around before murmuring to one of the Zeltron servers walking around. After a giggle she would slowly make her way towards the table where the dealer was. Humming softly she'd let those blue eyes scan the room as she today with the silver necklace around her neck that was in the form of a bird. The rest of her could almost be scandalous if no one looked twice: that gown she had on was the same shade of orange as her skin but adorned beading and rhinestones that caught the light almost perfectly to give the illusion of her appearing nude.
	Finally she'd clear her throat before speaking up. "Greetings and welcome to Cloud City Casino! The games will begin shortly but until then..be sure to acquire some libations....all on me."

Inglet slowly and smoothy bows toward Z with impeccable decorum and grace, lifts his first glass of Corellian Whiskey in a toast-like gesture in her general direction, nods, takes a sip and settles in, relaxing, surveying the room and its occupants as he waits for the Games to begin in earnest!

Libations....Yes. Vandros knows what that is. Ah, he does now that people start getting drinks and stuff. His own glass of corellian whiskey is acquired before he moves through the crowd to approach Zerna. "So, what sort diversions should I be looking forward to, tonight?""

Inglet watches the crowd. Just as Vandros is assessing Zerna, Inglet is assessing the other gamblers. Who is drinking, and how heavily. Who looks confident. Who moves with reckless, over-hasty gestures. Who's watchful, and who -they're- watching. It's the Game before the games, it is. After offering his ineffably polite and courteous greetings and salutations to Zerna, he allows Vandros the honor of her company thereafter. Zerna's not a valid mark -- can't be looking to take money from your host -- that'd be gauche, uncivilized, and all manner of discourteous and rude.

A tilt of her head as she saw Inglet, smiling warmly as she nodded. Giving him a playful wink she would then looked to Vandros. A brow would raise as she chuckled a bit. "So....welcome back." A lick of her lips as she plucked a drink from a passing tray. "I'm not sure....but know I do not allow cheating in my house....." That part was said more loudly before she'd return her gaze back to him. "Just good old fashioned gaming..."