His smile is quick and cynical. "And that's everyone's plan. Even that guy I beat tonight, I'm sure he came into it thinking exactly like I did, but here he is, oh, three, four months later. Probably run up some debt doing dumb things like buying everyone a drink."

Jason flashes a more normal smile at some other drunken patron, lifting his drink in answer to the toast and once more failing to drink. He continues in his conversational tone (though in a crowd like this, 'conversational tone' is much louder than what it would normally mean), not caring if anybody else should overhear. "But me, I can actually do it. You keep betting on me. Just don't tell everyone else. It'll be a very sweet little run."