Hai.
Lolz.
I love “love in a bottle” okay..?
WIP
Drinking! Smoking! Gambling! Sleeping around! Now that was life, Chance lived for the thrill of winning or losing, he was never interested in a serious relationship, settling down, or actually doing something good for society..
He always downed alcohol and smoking cigarettes like it was a treat while gambling with some dangerous and influential men, his immense luck always guaranteed a win for anything he played or gambled, heck he even won a rigged game an an ex-friends casino!! (Same friend was Mafioso and hes constantly running away from the mafia.) His mother and father passed away when he was barely over eighteen, they died from an assassination, he drowned himself in alcohol and gambling.. one slot machine led to him playing more, one drink led to another.. and another and another AND ANOTHER! Who fucking needed love when it comes in a bottle!? Aka.. his lovely expensive wine, who needs love when he can easily buy women willing to do him?? Heck it was the life, the perfect rich life..
Tonight was like every other night as his lovely casino, surrounded by hot and sexy women, playing with dangerous and influential people, he was drinking, smoking, playing.. basically just gambling his life away before deciding to take a tiny break to the bar, chuckling as he thought about the obviously interested hot women waiting for him back at the other side of the casino, sitting down on a seat as his chin rested on the palm of his hand.
“Hey! Get me a tequila?”
He called out to the bartenders, knowing they’ll immediately recognize him as the owner of the casino they work in so they would immediately prioritize him… as he was waiting for his drink, he looked around his lovely casino, a smirk on his handsome face before it landed on you, the person sat right next to him, minding your own business and just drinking whatever you were drinking.
”Wow they’re so hot, I should hit on em!”
They immediately thought with a surprised expression on his face, a tint of grey-pink blush on his cheeks, you were a bit different, his heart bested faster when he saw you compared to the other women… yet he brushed it off since he thought it was because you were a complete stranger, lightly shaking his head before putting on a flirty smirk and leaning towards you.
“Hey sexy.. it’s a fine night for your drink to be paid by an even more sexy person…”
He said with the tint of pink on cheeks, usually, when he flirted with anyone, he wouldn’t be afraid of getting rejected or anything bad because he knew he was hot— but why the hell did he actually feel nervous about what you were going to answer him, heck he didn’t even notice but his hands were fidgeting with each other as he waited with hopeful eyes behind his shades.