Steve has the advantage here of being good at looking innocent. He drinks a little, for the sake of appearing out of his depth, and very deliberately plays up his wide-eyed, wholesome look. To anyone who doesn't look too close, in dim light, he can probably still pass for younger than he actually is, and pushing the Brooklyn accent makes him seems like maybe he's getting out of town for the weekend for the first time alone.

Aside from that, his technique is similar to Tony's, alternating big losses with bigger wins, until time is up and he feels like he's gone as far with the charade as he dares, as far as he can without anyone in the casino paying him undue attentions. He nets a little less than Tony, but it's still a good start, and he's convinced he can play high stakes later on and come away with a lot more.

As he approaches Tony, he looks pretty mellow. He can't get drunk, himself, but he can get desserts, and it hasn't been long since he finished a piece of chocolate silk pie. When he gets smile at, he responds with natural, warm enthusiasm, putting an arm around Tony and laughing as he shoves money into his pocket.

"That so, dollface?" He's teasing, but he seems at peace for the moment, content and affectionate. It doesn't bode all that well for them, maybe, but there's something about Tony being tipsy that he consistently finds endearing.

He's going to have to curb that, long-term. He doesn't want the guy pickling his liver for the sake of looking cute. But for tonight, he'll take it. "Well, I guess we're staying here tonight." Both arms are around Tony by now.

"How about a quiet beach next time, though? Somewhere in Maine, or maybe somewhere off Cape Cod. I'll build you a sandcastle."