Really, Eames would be impressed with that level of adaptability. It was something he might have done, given that he couldn't simple wish up some of his favorite toys. He simply nodded to Arthur's request, sliding into one of the cushioned seats at the bar and waving the two chips at the bar tender to get his attention.

"Whiskey sour for myself, and a double bourbon for my friend here," he motioned to Arthur, placing on his sweetest smile for the server, just enough of his eyes hooded to suggest a pleasant sort of drunk without being sloppy.

The drinks appeared quickly, the bar tender smiling at Eames and dismissing him as another casino-goer out for a good time. Nothing to see here, nothing to comment on or pay attention to. Perfect.

He pushed the bourbon to Arthur, taking his own and sitting back, sipping slowly. Arthur's move now.