*Dion*
The rogue Alpha Club never closes its doors, so I know that I will find my brother somewhere within the walls of his gaming hell. If not in his office, then in the room where he sleeps. Aaron lives and breathes his club. The only time he isn’t about was when he stops by Gina’s bar for a pint.
As I walk through the varied rooms, I note that business is brisk tonight, but then it always is. The club draws commoners and the less influential of the high packs, second sons, third, fourth, as well as those who are no longer given credit at the more respectable gambling hells or has lost their memberships completely. Even a few women are about, matching their skills against the men surrounding them.
As far as Aaron is concerned, coins are neutral. He cared nothing at all about the hand
