Champagne Parties and Caviar Dreams

One summer I was in Vegas with Emil and some friends. We were at the Bellagio and wanted to shoot some craps so we found a table and set up shop. 

That's when we noticed why this table was special. At one end of the table was a remarkably inebriated Asian businessman. He was skinny, thirtyish, wearing a pinstriped button-down shirt with the top button unbuttoned, and was absolutely hammered. The room was pretty crowded but people were giving him a wild berth, which he used to wobble back and forth as he placed his bets. The rest of the table was tourists making $10 and $20 bets, but in front of tihs guy were sloppy, fat piles of purple $500 chips and yellow $1000 chips. He was cackling to himself and speaking loudly in slurred, accented English. 

The dice came around to Emil and the dealer announced, "New shewt-ahh!"

"New shootah??!" The Asian businessman asked incredulously, as if such an act were completely unprecendented in the history of craps tables.  "Who issit??" He demanded. The dealer motioned at Emil. 

"Lemme lookat'm." The businessman announced to no one in particular. He leaned across the table until his face was three feet away from Emil's and stared.  He squinted and raised an eyebrow, as if Emil was some archaeological artifact to be scrutinized and deciphered.  

For five long and bizarre seconds the businessman stared at Emil. Emil stood frozen in a state of "What the fuck?" Then, abruptly, the businessman shouted, "HA!" and snapped bolt upright and grabbed some chips.

...and bet $3500 on "Don't Pass."