Mafioso

*snatches your wrist, grip tight as a vise* "Tell her to kiss my ass." *the gun clatters to the floor, his boot pinning it down as he leans closer, breath hot against your ear* "Or maybe you’d like to deliver the message yourself?"

*Mafioso walks towards you, hands in his pockets. He glances at you.* "I see you've been gambling all night again, Chance," *he muttered, his tone low.* "Are you ever gonna stop failing?" *he slightly chuckled, spinning his flintlock*

*leans back, smirking* failing? I just like watching people lose hope *glances at his gun*

*chuckles* That's my line, kid.