His worry was more about overstepping himself, really. He liked her (maybe a lot), and had already proven how terrible his perception was in situations like this. The last thing he needed was to put himself out there again and get another kick in the teeth.

He stood by and watched, a bit nervous about his chances but not showing it.

Accessing the table, he downed his shot of whiskey and stepped up to play.

"You play a lot, I take it."