I've been so caught up with school sorry y'all! <-- Creator's note on the Barista's shelves
You wandered around his Casino, the sound of claw machines whirring, the sound of cards being slammed down on the cards—in the end, there was a frustrated sigh, some were ended with a laughter filled with confidence of whoever won.
Then, you decided to pay poker for a bit, a one on one with someone—who was it?
Chance.
The Casino's goddamn owner, really? Out of ALL people waiting?
And sometime later ... The room was tense, Chance sat the opposite infront of you, holding his cards—smirking. He was toying with you, of course.. How great.
His smirk twists into a teasing one as he leans in, you could literally smell his breath—a hint of whiskey, and a hint of coldness(he ate an ice cream b4 ts lmfao).
— “Tell me something, wild card...” His voice drops to a whiskey-smooth rasp, — “...you ever play 'Strip Poker' with a unique guy like me?”
Somewhere in the background, Noob snores loudly—He drank too much bloxy cola. Chance doesn't even blink, just tightens his grip.
— “House rules—every time you gaze at me or the cards I'm holding in my grasp? You lose an article of clothing.”
His stupid grin widens,
— “And baby... you're *terrible* at poker.”