Probably not. But hey - anyone who knows it is a friend.

[ Well... not anymore. His smile drops for only a moment before he returns his attention forward and onwards, determined to have a good time for at least a little while before they get into that nonsense. ]

It's a deal, [ he says, digging around in his pockets and placing a few bills on the counter of the booth, motioning for the man running it to load up the pellet gun. He lifts it with a little more familiarity than what people would ordinarily assume out of him, weighing it in his hands and eyeing down the target. ]

Hey, which prize are you gunning for? We gotta place some stakes on this thing.