The dimly-lit casino was full of smoke. She swore that whoever invented the cigar clearly was also the bloke who created the chimney. The invention, simple as it was, was now scattered everywhere across the world, blanketing it in carbon, smog and unmentionables. Taking a glance from the bar, she stared at some of the punters. It must have been a lucky evening – a bar fight hadn't occurred in hours and there wasn't the shudder of small explosions above. She could see the candles on the tables, which sat on musty, red carpets, and on the walls, held up by dented holders, illuminating an interesting group of individuals playing Craps. On the other side, Solitaire was the preferred poison. The wheel of the casino in the centre of the room spun before eager eyes, all gripping their tokens (and their wallets) in childlike excitement. Estella was getting bored.