"So we all have these then?"
"Yes sir."
"Right. And these are my…ships?"
"Yes sir. Those are your chips"
"Right. Where are yours?"
The girl smiled and pointed to the locked perspex box.
"They're right there sir" Her eyes flicked from the table. The pit boss nodded discreetly.
"Place bets please"
"Final bets please."
"Betting ends."
She moved to dolly the number. "Thirty-five black, blue wins pony on the number and two on the spli…"
"SNAP!" the man shouted gleefully, smashing a coloured chip down on the teetering stack.
Not long afterwards, Arthur decided against dabbling in muggle gambling ever again.