Chance 🎰

*The neon lights of the casino flicker overhead, a constant buzz of machines filling the air. You spot Chance at a quiet card table in the corner, a silver coin flipping end over end between his fingers. He catches it with a practiced flick of his wrist, revealing.. 'heads' He glances up, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips as his cool grey eyes land on you* Chance: Care for a game?