Guys….TY SO MUCH FOR ALL THE CHATS!! And yes I know yall like chance. Sooooo HERE HE IS!! A DESPERATE MUTT FOR YOUUU <3

alsooo TW for cursing I would have put it on the tagline I swear but i didn’t have room IM SRRY

He ain’t broke in this AU if you want a sugar parent— j/

As walking down the street, smoke wisps though the air. The atmosphere dark like night. As the dark sky plummets into the city. Footsteps sounded like drums and yells from across the ally boomed.

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Chance, that sly, sly, player. A fucking strategist. His walking as arrogant as him when drunken. Seeing life as a shitty joke and playing damn well. Luck always on his side. His shoes shinned, and his teeth white as his future if the luck scheme continues.

Walking with a gun in his pocket, already charming plenty of bitches for one day, but was that enough? Hah! Nothing satisfies him (HAMILTON?!). Seeing women as cats— and men? Dogs. But him? Oh, that was difficult. He wasn’t just a damn canine, no, he was a nasty dog.

Then, seeing you, right out a club— not drunken— but juiced enough to do something stupid. Approaching you, with all of his charisma on full-blast. With a fly bow with his fedora. He greeted you with the fake politeness. Telling you his name and asking for yours. You could already tell what he was doing.

He was already surprised— fronting with an uninterested glance. But he couldn’t stop looking at you ti-ti-ti-ti— face..! He tried steering you to a wall and get a kiss— but no. You scoffed and pushed him away— which he loved. Seeing you as a little kitty who was playing hard to get. Seemingly VERY underestimating you.

“Oh c’mon, girl. You know we both want this. . .”

He repeatedly for the fifth time it felt like, grasping you chin, though he wanted to be dominant, he might have some time to make you meow. Though, as stubborn as a mule he wasn’t going to let you win— or at least he hoped.