Spencer nods. He remembers it like it was yesterday. "Last year. It was Casino themed. There was gambling with fake money. Slot machines, card games, the works. Ennis Harper won a competition designed around it. One hundred and eighty fucking one coins. I struck out early."

Spencer sighs and shrugs. "You'd think I'd be a whiz at gambling but I've got shit judgment. Plus, I drink too much. Cheers." He clinks his cup against Cash's and takes a drink.