It might be a pit boss, or a shift manager.
And a pit boss passing by says that the $5 table might return for summer weekends.
The pit boss was standing behind the table, whispering to the dealer.
The pit boss smiled, and went along with the pretense.
The two security jesters had moved off a few feet but were still watching, as was the pit boss.
The pit boss asked if he wanted to become a gold member of the Nugget.
He does this once, twice, three times, until finally the pit boss, a young woman, strides over.
You find the pit boss and creak out the question, terrified of the answer.
Instead, the owner and the pit boss drifted right past her, a sort of glaze coming over their eyes.
"Cash it," said the pit boss, and the moment passed.