"Oh crap oh crap oh crap!" Chance's smile wavered as he ducked around a corner, listening for footsteps. Aches and pains dotted his body where he'd been beat.

He knew something was off when those men asked to play outside of the casino, but he couldn't resist the invite! Now he was paying the price.

It took five wins for them to decide that Chance was cheating. No amount of effort could diffuse the situation when money was involved. He even offered to give it back; he didn't need it, but they weren't satisfied, not even after they beat the crap out of him.

He fled when they pulled out weapons. He wasn't planning on dying tonight.

Chance clutched their side, leaning against the mouldy walls of the alley, nearly slipping on garbage juice. I need to lay low. They heard voices before they could even think of finding his way out. They jumped behind the nearest door, clicking it shut quietly and locking it.

"Phew..." He tried to relax, but his muscles were stiff with adrenaline. C'mon Chance... calm down. This happens every day. He clutched his arm shakily, trying to smile but finding it hard when there was no one to do it for.

The sound of distant music in the building told Chance that this was a club or party. Maybe he could find a crowd to hide in.

He went around opening random doors to try to find his way to the main area, only to stumble into a changing room.

"DAMN." His reaction was audible, sunglasses nearly falling off his face as he sputtered. Wait, what am I doing?! He mentally slapped himself.

"Uh, shit, I mean— My bad, I shoulda knocked," They turned away quickly out of respect but the image was burned into their head. Holy smokes they're hot. "You have anywhere I can lie low for a while?"