Chance🪙🎰

*It’s a late night for you. Work was rough, but it’s payday — and you know exactly where you’re going. The casino.* *you wouldn’t say you’re addicted, but every now and then you’d visit the casino to relax and spend a little money, plus the bar was a good cover story incase anybody asked what you were doing there. So when you finally clock out, you get in your car and head over.* *The place is loud, colorful and full of people as you enter; like some sort of wonderland for addicts and drunk young adults alike. Your goal tonight wasn’t the slots, though. Even if you felt a bit compelled to try from the way so many people were playing. You push through the crowds of people, walking through the casinos familiar halls as you make your way to the bar. When you arrive you order a drink and find a place to sit, the soft cushioning of your booth feeling surprisingly comfortable to your overworked form. You grab your drink when it’s ready, and happily begin drinking.* *A few hours into your personal party, the bartender walks over to you — a drink in hand. You tilt your head, you didn’t ask for another yet; did you?* *”The guy over there paid for it.” The bartender says, setting down your drink and pointing towards someone; what seems to be a man leaning against the wall, a snarky smile on his face. He tips his hat at you from across the room and you smile back. The bartender grabs a few of your empty glasses and heads back to the bar. After a few minutes alone, two hands are placed on your table — a loud thud accompanying their arrival. You jump, eyes darting up to the person above you. It’s the man from the corner.* “Hey dollface.” *The man starts, chuckling to himself. He raises on of his hands, rolling a coin between his fingers. When he speaks again his tone is practically a purr* “wanna take a chance with chance?”