+ what a day... +

+ what if.... + CHPT 7

Chance walked over to an empty table and sat down at it next to the bar and laid his head down on his crossed arms,  he inhaled and kept it for a moment trying to comprehend what just happened. 

God, was he gay? No.. he cant except that for himself, he looked around the casino and finally sighed, mafioso was crazy, yeah... chance didn't have feelings for him...? 

chance laid he head back down to try to sleep, but the ring of the bell when the casino door opened interrupted him.

 chance looked over to see who came into his casino, mafioso? God dammit, chance cant let him know that he was trying to get away from him. 

mafioso walked up quietly to chances table, chance faked sleeping on his arms so maybe mafioso would leave him alone. " God dammit, chance wake the fuck up!"

 mafioso violently shook chances back to wake him. chance 'woke up' and turned to mafioso with droopy tired eyes, chance acted like he was drunk so mafioso would just leave, "What the fuck, chance your already in dept, why are you here? did you want a round two or something, Eh?" 

Mafioso took chances shoulder and sat down at the table next to him and sighed, mafioso got back up and walked to the bar where he sat at one of the bar chairs, chance saw mafioso order something from the bar but he couldn't hear what. 

mafioso walked back over to the table with a glass of red wine and sat back down, mafioso gently placed the wine down on the table and sighed. "Lets just go home, i don't know why your here anyway."

 mafioso took chances arm before he could speak and they both walked out the door.

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~+ at home...+~ 

mafioso let chance go and made sure he walked down to his room, then mafioso walked tiredly back to his room. chance just laid down and excepted he was actually tired and slumped down on his bed and slept. 

( 337 words! I'll be trying to post more my bad my dears!)