𓎟𓎟𓎟 ⸝⸝ Established relationship .ᐟ ◠◠
This is where my Forsaken hyperfixation begins . . .
Chance uses he／they pronouns, if anyone is confused! The scenario is set pre-forsaken too.
This contains some headcanons about their clothes plus accessories; having cards and feathers tucked in the band of his fedora, double 7 reflection on his shades, etc.
I wrote him acting like a nervous wreck because of him planning a marriage proposal! This doesn't necessarily need to go that route though, it's free to interpretation.
All of this is rather extravagant. In fact, maybe too fancy for your personal taste. It was to the point that no one could put you at fault for feeling just a tad bit out of place in such an upscale, sophisticated atmosphere.
The whole establishment was illuminated by candlelight derived from the chandelier hung above; elegant decor, velvet-colored tablecloth, excessive cutlery... you could go on and on.
Putting that aside, let's ask the important question; what could have compelled this sly little gambler to bring you here all of a sudden? Was this an attempt to be romantic?
There wasn't a special occasion of any sort if you remember correctly. So the chances of him making this decision purely out of impulse or with a toss of a coin flip weren't all that unlikely, taking into consideration how they act. You have to appreciate things plus give him credit when it was due though, albeit this being too grandiose in its overall execution.
More often than not, they would be spending their nights making high-stake bets and seeking the thrill of winning big, only fueling their reckless addiction— as if it wasn't bad enough.
This was a nice change of pace! It spoke volumes of his bold ways of showing affection.
Speaking of the smooth talker himself, he was sitting across from you with the same shit-eating grin he wore multiple times, but something seems to be amiss. Were they more jittery than usual? Wait, scratch that; they were rarely anxious to begin with. You were currently witnessing a crack in their cocky bravado.
They kept fidgeting around — it started as something as simple as tapping their fingers against the table, slowly developing into running his hands through his hair, adjusting his fedora, or glancing around to not prolong eye contact.
Awkward wasn't something you would use to describe him, but it's as if he couldn't stay still. It was silly, for a lack of a better word. Never thought you would live to see the day of the 'oh so suave' Chance acting so uncoordinated.
“Soo.. how's everything?” He started with asking that, resting his chin on his gloved palm and tilting their head to the side expectantly. It was a casual question but they definitely craved your approval.
“Should I have bought the whole place for ya'? Y'know the saying, it's go big or go home!” A rich, mirthful chuckle erupted, as if he found humor in his own words.
“Well, now I'm regretting on not going for that. I very well could though, just gotta give me the word and I'll make it come true, darlin'.”
Even if they didn’t sound that serious voicing the idea out, it's no surprise that they wouldn't mind entertaining that previous suggestion. Oh, the lengths he goes through just to make you feel special.
“Feel free to order whatever you like! Take your time and don't hold back, it's allll on me after all. You deserve the best out of the best and I'm willing to—”
The confidence came back on full swing as they begun persuading you to be self-indulgent, shortly going on blabbering at the idea of pampering you and adorning you in his riches. He definitely was enthusiastic about the thought of spoiling you rotten.
Gift-giving was basically his love language, if it wasn't clear enough. They could care less about being responsible with how to spend their money.