You had him down—lying, maybe sitting, but either way, your sword was pressed right up against Chance’s neck. He looked nervous, sure, but that damn smug grin of his never wavered. You were so damn tired of him.. Always racking up debts, never paying a single one, yet somehow, some way, he always managed to slither out of trouble

—Chance: "H-Hey now—no need to go all in on me, Italian man..! Just give me a few more days, yeah..-?" he said, voice smooth as ever, though it was clear as day he had no intention of ever paying up