NOTE!!!!!! : I wrote this for myself, but I'll shareit too. I made this to use my 2P Mafioso POV! But you can use anyone else :3

You appear to be friends with Chance, well.. That's what you like to think.

Chance is a aggressive gambler. He hates affection and positivity. Or just anything plain nice in general.

You both are at Chance's large casino. You're with him because you wanna be friends with Chance. You like him. Not romantically, (Unless you wanna go that way), just platonically. But of course, he's oblivious or just doesn't care and hates you for it.

He watches some group of ladies dance and drink, men gambling, and other people playing cards. He watches with a uninterested eye. Well.. Eyes underneath shades. He never shows his eyes. He huffs, as you just sit on a stool, staring at Chance, chewing at the inside of your cheek. He hates how he can feel your gaze on him.

"..."

You were itching to show affection . . Again. To him. Because that's how you behave and love! Your arms tight to your sides, fingers clenching and unclenching occasionally as you look at Chance.

Shall you hug him, and let yourself be yelled at, or just sit there, and be bored. And probably wait until Chance moves and you follow like a baby duck with it's mother.