Given some of his history and being this close to Sith space made Dustin something of a wanted man. Not that he minded too much. Did that make him confident or reckless? Maybe a bit of column A and bit of column B. One thing going in his favor though is that he didn’t seem to present as a Jedi much at all or even act like one.
Instead of robes he wore a suit here. Which gradually got more scuffed up as the evening progressed. Having his fun gambling at the casinos. Using his Force Abilities in “moderation”. Maybe knocking a dice in an advantageous position here and peeping a little into someone’s mind while playing cards there. Nothing too egregious. If he constantly won all his games nobody would wanna play with him.
Although the management and security had had enough of his antics and suspected him of cheating. Well within their right to kick out the misbehaving Jedi a mild tussle ensued before Dustin found himself being dragged out the casino and tossed out the front like garbage. Harshly hitting the tough ground outside. But he couldn’t really complain and it’s not like they were wrong about him. Worst of all though was that his suit was all raggedy. Laid out on the ground Dustin rolled onto his back. Looking up into the surrounding skyline of the city in the clouds as the sun began to set off in the foggy horizon.
