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Chance was handed the whole world to him; Born into a wealthy family and gifted a whole casino for them to manage on his own and somehow succeeding. Said Casino is always bustling with guests, money coming in from every direction, seemingly infinite but still…Chance chooses to gamble with their life daily.
On the contrary there is ITrapped, he poured blood, sweat and tears into his work to get even close to the success, that Chance was easily born into and it makes him furious.
How come a cocky, arrogant and overly confident man with this stupidly smug smile gets everything handed to them on a silver plate?
Life isn’t fair… but if you wanna succeed you need to play your cards right.
ITrapped is a cold, calm and seemingly unreadable man which intrigues Chance to get to know him better. His poker face is almost perfekt, you never know what‘s going on behind those piercing blue eyes.
So when ITrapped finally asked him to see them personally, his heart skipped a beat and he was instantly invited to his personal office. If he‘s going to be honest, he was watching the mysterious man in blue since the first time he stepped into their Casino, watching his every move. How can this man walk so effortlessly elegant like he owned the place, with such grace that makes you automatically feel blessed to be in the same vicinity as him.
The time has come, 8 pm on a busy Saturday and instead of actually doing something useful like working, he was meeting with this strange man.
Chance doesn’t even know what he wants from him, it could range from wanting to kill him to just gambling with him. Nonetheless Chance was nervous, he has a hard time keeping up their normally confident and cocky persona. Hell he doesn’t even properly know this man, only the fact that he calls himself ITrapped and wants to meet Chance.
He spends his time pacing around in his office nervously, thinking about all the possible reasons ITrapped has, to request a meeting.
Eventually a knock was heard, exactly on time, which made Chance jump a little.
The door opens revealing ITrapped, behind him one of Chance‘s Personell, who accompanied him, giving Chance a nod before closing the door behind him.
ITrapped walked in, scanning Chance‘s Office; A big messy room, decorated with luxurious wooden and red velvety furniture.
„Hmm..“ ITrapped crossed his arms, looking over at Chance who is fidgeting with his tie.
„So… the reason why I wanted to speak with you is simple.“ he said while walking over to one of the couches, taking a seat.
Chance did the same, settling himself onto a couch opposite to ITrapped.
„And the reason?—“
„I want to play a simple round of blackjack, just like you seem to love it.“ he said, leaning forward to meet chance‘s eyes.
The game proceeded smoothly; Chance of course winning pretty much every round, cheering after each win but what he didn’t know, ITrapped was reading his moves. Watching how his eyes change shape when he has a good hand and how his eyes begin to dart around the cards when he had a bad hand.
These are all tiny changes in his demeanor which a normal eye wouldn’t notice but ITrapped was far from normal.
That was one of the many confusing encounters with this oddly fascinating man and Chance has grown to be very fond of him. His weirdly cold but somehow comforting demeanor has awoken something in Chance;
A reason to keep playing.
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Some weeks have passed.
Chance and ITrapped have become quite close, Chance always looking forward to gambling and drinking with the man in blue.
This has become a daily habit for them; They meet at the same two seats at the bar of the casino over some drinks, to catch up on what happened, after they choose to go different ways for the night.
These conversations mainly consist of Chance yapping about some nonsense, that occurred after the blonde man went home, they seem to be convinced that ITrapped somehow keeps chaos at bay, since nothing like that seems to happen when he’s around.
After their (seemingly) nice chat, they go on to join some ongoing poker or blackjack games, of which ITrapped only rarely joins and instead prefers to watch over the game.
Some of the regular guests have started to notice the pair always being together; Chance greeting everyone and ITrapped following closely behind, choosing to stay silent. Even if their relationship seems strange for them, they don’t dare to comment on it. The blonde mans striking blue eyes seem to turn down any doubts of them…
Chance thought of ITrapped just as a friend, till one particular rainy night .
Most guests had gone home already, only a few staying behind, trying to hit that big jackpot, while ITrapped and Chance were enjoying themselves drinking and laughing in the far back of the casino. Alcohol bottles, Poker chips, and cards scattered all over the wooden table.
The both of them were already very much tipsy, Chance not knowing when to quit, poured out another round of shots for the two of them. Trapped gladly took the glass, the both of them downing it in one swift motion.
The blonde man was different when drunk, his usual cold and serious personality cracking, letting a more emotional man shine through.
The night went on with Chance rambling about some useless wins he scored while gambling, Trapped just watched him, barely listening; The alcohol made it harder for him to focus and listen to their nonstop rambling.
“— are you even listening?”
“Hmm?? Yeah totally..” Trapped said, resting his throbbing head on his hand. “…just tired”
Chance noticed how oddly warm he felt, maybe it was from the alcohol or the fact that Trapped was staring at him with his piercing blue eyes.
It’s not like he never noticed how drop dead gorgeous Trapped was but the alcohol definitely made it more obvious.
His beautiful blue eyes framed by long blonde lashes were looking him up and down, waiting for Chance to continue his useless chatter but said eyes made him struggle to even get a word out, not like he could even remember what he was talking about just moments ago.
“I-I NEED A SMOKE” Chance blurted out while standing up abruptly, startling Trapped in the process.
The blonde man only sighed, watching his “friend” bolt out of the casino with a cigarette between their teeth, choosing to follow them to check up on their weird change in personality.
“What's up with you Chance?” Trapped asked, turning around the corner to stand next them. He put a cigarette into his mouth and took an expensive looking golden zippo lighter out of his jacket, leading it towards his cigarette to light it.
The grey haired man chose not to answer, they wanted to avoid embarrassing themself even more. He instead took a long drag of their cigarette blowing the smoke towards the cold night-sky.
*flick* *flick*
….
*flick* *flick*
“Can you spare me a fire? Mine gave up” Trapped shifted closer, not awaiting an answer.
“Don’t mind if I do” he grabbed Chance’s chin and moved each other’s faces closer to make their cigarette tips touch.
Chance inhaled sharply which made the glowing ember of the cigarette light up, engulfing Trapped’s cigarette in flames.
ITrapped, now happy with the outcome, pulled back while inhaling the smoke into his lungs and exhaling it towards Chance’s dumbfounded face.
This caught the grey haired man off guard and accidentally inhale the smoke, making him have an unfortunate coughing fit.
“TRAPPED” they gasped between coughing.
The blonde man chuckled, looking towards the blushing mess “What?… never butt fucked (this is an actual term for that btw) before??