"Hey, you brought up the door first," Sparkle pointed out, smirking a little. "You think bad guys really go to back rooms at clubs like this to play poker, Atton?"

He glanced back toward the door. Hmm.

"That's ridiculous. It's too loud in here to concentrate on the cards. They're probably shaking some poor schlub down for like a safe combination or something."

Sparkle was also very quick to pick up on interesting flights of fancy.