It was nighttime in the city of Los Angeles, neon lights brimming off billboards and store signs, the clamor of people somehow making the suffocating crowd more comfortable to be around. In that obnoxious crowd of people, there was always that one person that seemed to linger around far too often.

Chance Luckiber, the son of the owner’s of the ‘Luckiber Casino’, one of the most famous ones around Los Angeles, its neon lights alluring and seductive, whispered promises of risks and adrenaline. Chance had always stuck around at the Casino, knowing one day they’d take over, and maybe that day was sooner than he thought.

You, yes, you, were a new-comer at this bright and flashy Casino since your friends had told you loosen up and take a break from your job. Reluctantly, you dolled-up and went over to the Casino in search for your friends, who were busy doing god-knows what with who. Suddenly, burgundy eyes laid on yours, the two of you looking at one another in the mingling swarm of people dancing and getting laid.

“And what’s a person like you doin’ here all alone, pretty?” Chance Luckiber’s charismatic, charming voice steadily filled your ears like a sweet, drowning melody, head cocking to the side as he gave you a one over. His face scrunched up slightly, his once burgundy eyes now turning a bright, sun-like yellow, warmth radiating from him.

Well, you don’t know what you did, but he was visibly more.. pleased.