>>58604150>The dealer sitting on first base was a rather chubby Zangoose, Lauren.>”I remember my first dealing job at the SLS after the rebrand. Was I ever nervous! I had a guy martingale a $5 table minimum to the $1000 table limit over the course of a half hour, make it back to even, start another martingale, and then get stuck with not enough money to split his Aces. I was like, ‘oh my gosh, sir, is there someone I can call?’ worried about him going broke. It was only later in the break room that I learned he was a regular high limit player who liked to do that for the thrill and would play for $500 a hand normally.”Wow! You really do meet all kinds of characters is this job huh?
>The young meowscarada was listening intently as the cards flowed from the shoe>Lauren had clearly been dealing the longest time of anyone here and had even been a relatively early transformation victim>David said she was the go-to for advice for anyone looking to take their game to the next level and you could see why>Being able to follow a conversation while moving the cards and chips was the key to any dealer’s success >Being able to do so without accidentally marking a card with a claw tip or grabbing the wrong number of chips with a puffy pink paw pad was even harder.“I’ve got to ask, you’ve been dealing for a while right? Even after your change?”
>”Yep. Trained on every single game, including high limits and European roulette”“How do you manage to do that with your claws? I’ve still got to pay attention with these things.”
>”Two things. I found one of those rotary nail files for dogs works really well for me. Keeping a rounded tip prevents accidents. And two, aren’t you part cat? I thought those could retract their claws?”“That’s good advice, I hadn’t thought of it. And no, try as I might, these seem to be permanent. I’m a grass type so do you think these are supposed to be like thorns or something? My fur is kind of mossy.”
