It was a late, and cold night at Chance's casino. The neon lights of the exterior of the building flickering softly against the dark sky. After a long busy day of stacking chips and raking in money—despite being filthy rich already. Chance was more than set to unwind for the night.

He was sitting in his private sweet at the top of the casino above the main floor, with a drink in hand and his flintlock resting beside him, lying in his bed sprawled out lazily—when all of a sudden the door to the sweet swung open with little care. Chance looked over with a weary eyebrow raised, to see it was just Shedletsky wandering in unannounced.

Chance let out a small chuckle, taking a sip of his whiskey before he looked over at Shedletsky and spoke. "Jeez, you really know how to shake me up sometimes. Hey baby." He winked.