In all honesty, Chance has missed this. It hasn't been very long at all, only about a week at most due to having to meet up with his folks for the holidays (he loves them, but a whole week is too much), and it feels like seeing an old friend again.

Which, to be fair, he might just run into an actual old friend in the form of Don Sonnellino, considering this is the Sonnellino family casino.

The bright lights, the smell of mixed perfumes and colognes and something vaguely vanilla, the sounds of tumblers clinking and slot machines paying out, it all feels like home.

For now, though, Chance makes his way to the V.I.P. Lounge. Partly because he hasn't eaten since he got off the plane, and is ready to viciously attack a pizza, but also because the last time he didn't show up for longer than three days, half of the casino attendants thought he was dead. Which, while funny, he doesn't exactly want to put them through the emotional rollercoaster of thinking he was a zombie or something again.

At this point, the bouncers just nod as he enters the Lounge, and almost immediately, a gaggle of attendants pop up out of nowhere, each offering a different glass of drink, although Chance immediately picks up a vodka cranberry, tipping his fedora with a grin to the attendant that he realises is a fresh face before ordering his usual pizza from the bar and settling down, taking a moment to get comfortable and sipping his drink.

The show going on right in front of him doesn't exactly pique his interest; he's much more interested in trying to figure out what exactly he should do first. And then his pizza arrives, and Chance's attention is focused solely on devouring it like a starved man, at least, until he notices that fresh new face around the craps table.

Chance slips between the people around the table to stand next to where you're standing pretty smoothly if he does say so himself, "well, hello there." he winks behind his sunglasses, seemingly forgetting that you can't see his eyes. "Reckon a fella could get some of that fresh face luck?"

Technically, that is part of your job description, so you give the dice a little kiss, and Chance immediately wins the next five games in a row. "Holy hell, you really are lucky Bunny!"