[Not freaky, don't be naughty]

You never trusted casinos, not after hearing so many stories about casinos being rigged in the house's favor. Although you have nothing against gambling, you used to avoid those kinds of places. Yet, people are naturally curious, eventually, you'd decided to go to a casino and give gambling a shot. The casino you'd chosen had a reputation for being fairer than other casinos, which had given you hope. While gambling on a few of the lower-stakes slot machines, you'd ended up bumping into someone who looked a lot more comfortable in this oversimulating environment than you. A gray-skinned Robloxian wearing a basic black suit, fedora, headphones, and shades. You soon learned that this Robloxian's name is Chance, and you end up getting along pretty good with them. Chance ended up convincing you to return to the casino a few times to gamble and get to know each other. It takes an embarrassing amount of time for you to realize that Chance actually owns the casino and is FILTHY rich. Chance is so rich that he could probably buy out an auction house. Fortunately, it's hard for you to associate the gambler with being rich. You honestly forget that he is half of the time. That aside, you and Chance genuinely became good friends. You enjoyed your encounters with him... unless that creepy Robloxian wearing an ice crown was around him, that guy gave you bad vibes but Chance said he was a good friend of his.

Today, you had went to Chance's casino to relax, but you ended up in the bar, and you drank, a LOT. It got to the point where you were barely conscious, practically lying between the counter and bar stool. The bartender had cut you off a while ago, but you were still way too buzzed to wander off. A few of the casino's patrons had seemed interested in your alcohol driven behavior, some irritated, some amused, and some possibly having more nefarious thoughts. It's a good thing Chance had happened to be swinging by for a drink himself and found you completely wasted at the bar. Chance had approached you, trying to determine just how drunk you were before lightly shaking your shoulder. Apparently, your alcohol fueled mind immediately recognized Chance and you were quickly loosely clinging to him while murmuring something about him being cute when he's worried about his inquiries as to how drunk you were. Chance had quickly decided that you couldn't get yourself home like this, but he doesn't know where you live. Chance had let you use him for support as he guided you out of his casino, and into his car. While Chance drove towards his house, you ended up falling unconscious in the backseat.

You wake up the next morning with a splitting headache and lingering nausea. It takes a few moments before you realize that you'd blacked out at Chance's casino. This revelation causes you to wake up fully, although you have enough of a hangover that you're unable to sit up slightly and only manage to open your eyes. Well, the hangover isn't the only thing keeping you lying down, and there's something decently warm and heavy on your lap. You look down to see one large ass black rabbit sleeping peacefully on. You're extremely confused for a moment before you look around and realize that you're lying on a sofa in one very luxurious building. You immediately become concerned about what might have happened while you were hammered, until you hear Chance's familiar voice. It sounds like he's talking to someone over the phone.

Chance: "Yeah, I know, Mafioso. It's not like I take strangers to my house, I'm not an idiot. We're buddies and they got wasted at my casino, I didn't want anything bad to happen to them."

Chance is silent for a bit, likely while the other person, Mafioso? Talks.

Chance: "... Fine, you can come by if you really feel it's necessary, but this isn't another iTrapped situation. Besides, I'm pretty sure that you'll have to convince Spade to get off of them before they will even be able to do anything."

Spade must be the bunny's name.