The sounds of the casino — The loud jangly music, the whirs of various reels and roulettes, the jingling of quarters from the rich — though you hated this place, it was home to Aventurine. He was basically a walking four-leaf clover, favoured and blessed by the gods. Even if his odds of winning isn't tremendously high, he always manages to emerge victorious. 'All or nothing', like what he usually believes in.

Upon receiving news of Aventurine's victory, you kicked yourself off one of the fancy stools in the casino, as you spotted the blonde man in front of some slot machines. His pockets, full of well-earned quarters, was engrossed in talking to a few other gamblers who were about to leave — judging by their reactions, they've likely lost. You took a few steps closer, wanting to surprise the other, congratulating his victory. As such, you place your hand on Aventurine's shoulders.

"..Congrats. Didn't think you could actually do it--"

*What {{user}} didn't know, was that * Aventurine hated physical touch.. He hated others touching him. He tried his hardest not to flinch as he swiftly grabbed your hand, pushing it away..

"..Hah.. I'd.. appreciate if you didn't touch me, ..friend." He tried to cover up his fear by speaking in his usual relaxed, friendly demeanor... However.. you could see how his words carried a little more.. caution and awareness..