Gambling Pancake

Who: Justin Pancake
Where: Outside the Grand Casino, New Tenerife
When: After Lester's post
Justin approached the casino. He was on his own and had a reasonably
distant look in his eyes. He was wearing a bright coloured t-shirt and
baggy shorts, which allowed a warm summer night breeze to caress his
legs and blow a comforting warm draft up through his testicles.
He entered the casino and the woman on the front desk greeted him with
an unsure "Hello?".
Justin wasn't sure why she was unsure about him, but after looking
around he noticed that most other people were dressed up for this
casino, but he was still wearing his beach clothes.
"Are you lost?" Said the woman, whom Justin could see from her name
tag she was called Helen.
Justin considered the question. He felt the most lost he had ever felt.
Ever since meeting a version of himself that willingly worked for the
evil Hymenoptera he'd wondered what his proper place was in the
galaxy. Was he supposed to be working for the Hymenoptera? Was it his
destiny to betray his colleagues, or maybe the entire human race to
the Hymenoptera? He wasn't really against them like most people seemed
to be, but did that mean he was a sympathiser? Did that mean he was evil?
"I... uhh... no I just want to gamble." Justin said.
"I'm sorry." Said Helen. "We have a strict dress-code here. You just
look too much like a scruffbag."
She called some security guards over.
"No, wait! I'm from the Blue Dwarf. I'm on holiday, I just want to..."
"Did you say the Blue Dwarf?" She asked.
"Yes. It's where I work. I've just had a tough month."
Helen waved the guards away. "Oh really? I love the Blue Dwarf." She
said. "I hear news reports from different starships all over the
galaxy, and I love to hear the Blue Dwarf's. So much weird stuff seems
to happen to that one ship!"
Justin managed a half smile. "Yeah. It's a right laugh."
Helen smiled at him. "Okay, I'll let you in."
"Great thanks!" Justin said, and entered, exchanging some money first.
He didn't have that much money. He didn't actually get paid all that
much and he had spent most of this months on PVA glue that he'd tried
to sniff. But then realised it was non-toxic, so had just poured it
onto his skin, allowed it to dry, then enjoyed peeling it off like a
satisfying scab.
For the last few weeks before flying to New Tenerife, Justin had kept
a low profile. He was worried that Jay would press charges for trying
to kidnap him in the toilets of Parrotts bar, or Callum Kotchanski
would try and arrest him for almost killing him multiple times, and
for shooting Lester's legs off. Or for killing that Kryten droid.
All these things he would freely admit to, but somehow he'd been let
off. Everyone assumed that it was the Justin from a parallel universe
that had done all the terrible things.
Lester sat around the Roulette table. He had no idea how to play. A
fat man next to him with a Northern accent saw he was struggling and
helped him to make his first bet. His first was a flop, but his second
allowed him to win back all the money from the first, and more.
Justin grinned and thanked the man.
"What's yer name lad?" Asked the Northern man.
"Pancake. Justin Pancake." He said sheepishly.
"Nice t' meet yer like." Said the man. "T' name's William Eckerslike.
You can call me Willy."
"Hello Willy!" Justin said to the fat man. He noticed that despite the
man being from somewhere in Yorkshire, he didn't seem to be very tight
with his money. He kept loosing stacks of chips, but just got more out
and threw them down. He seemed to be quite rich.
Something about the man's name was familiar to Justin Pancake. But he
couldn't quite place it. He was probably quite important if he was
this rich.