Creed steals some guy's chips; Jim stirs his drink at the bar. Ryan approaches. "One beer, and one...7&7 with eight maraschino cherries, sugar on the rim. Blended if you can." Jim turns to Ryan: "So...that's still going on, huh?" Ha!
Michael's the shooter at the craps table, which is how you know he's going to screw it up. He's trying to roll a four; he holds them up for Carol to blow on them, almost rolls, and then stops himself. He turns to Jan: "Also you. Not playing favorites." Jan does nothing whatsoever; Michael smoothes it out. "All right! Here we go! Yeah!" He rolls a five, everybody's disappointed. "So close," Michael says. "So close."
Dwight, disappointed by the roll, turns to Jan. "So, uh...Where are you staying? Radisson? Super 8? Motel 6? Best Western?" He's unstoppable. Jan can't even answer him, just blurts parts of words. "Holiday Inn? The Hyatt in Wilkes-Barre?" Jan remembers the camera, looks straight at us. "...Are you staying with Michael?" Jan stares at Dwight; offscreen, Michael shouts, "All right!"
Kevin looks at his cards, wearing a big gold high-roller wristwatch: "I won the 2002 $2,500 No-Limit Deuce to Seven Draw Tournament at the World Series of Poker in Vegas. So, yeah. I'm pretty good at poker." I...don't know what any of those words mean. I know "world" and I know "limit," but not necessarily in that context. Kevin goes all in; Phyllis is cute and giddy: "Okay, let's do it!" Bob Vance, of Vance Refrigeration, wishes her luck, and she smiles sweetly at him. "Oh, thank you, Bobby, but it doesn't matter. It's just fun to play." Kevin's got three queens. Phyllis has an ace, but Oscar recognizes her flush. "I have a flush! Look, I won. Look, I have all the clovers!" Phyllis shouts. Kevin looks destroyed even as she's asking if he wants to play again.
Kevin: "I suck."
Later, Kevin's having a beer. Roy approaches: "She took you down, huh?" And Kevin, in an exhausted and pitiable tone: "I do not want to talk about it." Roy -- I think just out of a straight-up inability to deal with Kevin's depression -- brings up Scrantonicity. "You guys rock! You want to play our wedding?" Kevin's the Kevin version of overjoyed: "Awesome. Did Pam say it was okay?" And if you thought you detected a little bit of annoyance in Roy's tone here, you're probably too smart to be engaged to him for umpteen million years, too: "Whatever, I'm in charge of the music." Kevin daps him: "Dude, you will not be sorry." Roy pats Kevin on the back, as he's leaving. Kevin smiles wonderfully into the camera.