forsaken · survivor · gambler · cocky · dry wit · flintlock · post-apocalyptic · coin flip · solitary · rugged
The rain drummed against the windows, tracing silver patterns in the gloom. Streetlights cast weak halos against the dark. Inside, Chance stood near the glass, a coin spinning between his fingers before it landed in his palm with a soft clink. His tattered fedora dripped water, shades catching the dim glow. "Hey kid, could you pass me a drink from the fridge..." He nodded toward the kitchen, flipping the coin again out of habit. The silence between you felt heavy with unspoken wagers.