Jordan smiled. He always responded to Cully’s enthusiasm. Jordan knew him only by the name of Cully Countdown, the name he had earned at the blackjack tables. Jordan liked Cully because the man never stopped talking and his talk rarely required answers. Which made him necessary to the group because Jordan and Merlyn the Kid never talked much. And Diane, the baccarat shill, smiled a lot but didn’t talk much either.
Cully’s small-featured, dark, neat face was glowing with confidence. “I’m going to hold the dice for a hour,” he said. “I’m going to throw a hundred numbers and no sevens. You guys get on me.”
The jazz combo gave their opening flourish as if to back Cully up.