Nate sat on one of the many sofas at the casino, looking rather irritated. ITrapped had already left him to do other things, which left him alone. Well, not entirely alone.
There were some men flocking around him, maybe it’s because he was in a tight red dress, or maybe because of his wings. He didn’t know, but he knew he wasn’t enjoying himself.
He looked angrier as he pushed away one of the men who got too touchy, crossing his arms over his chest after. He desperately wished Traps or someone would get him the hell away from these people.
- @ellernate-rblx (he needs his Chancey to come save him <3/silly)
"Hey now."
-> A familiar, crisp voice cut through noise and chatter of the casino. The voice belonging to said casino's owner, Chance, as well! The gambler, despite his eyes being hidden behind his sunglasses, clearly wasn't amused.
"You either get away from him or you deal with me."
-> He pulled out his flintlock, his voice a steely cold.
"I won't repeat myself."