"Huh."
Jensen stops, glances back over his shoulder. Rojo's staring off at something, and he follows the sniper's gaze to - what else - a casino. He frowns a little, looks back at Rojo, sees the tiny grin starting to curl its way across his mouth.
"No." The last time Rojo had gotten them thrown out of a casino the bouncers hadn't been so friendly. Jensen's not really looking for a repeat.
"Yeah."
A sigh. "Really?"
Rojo shrugs, raises a brow at him. "Why not?"
Something needs to be done about his gambling problem. "Can you not..."
Get us thrown out is what he's about to say, but Rojo cuts him off with a now full-fledged grin. "Probably not."
"... okay." Because Rojo's going to do it whether he's there or not, and it's not like Jensen has anywhere else to be. He grumbles a bit when Rojo leans over and kisses his cheek, but it's more for show than being anything genuine. At least Rojo's always generous with his winnings, which is more than could be said for almost the entire Mojave.