gambler · healer · pizza delivery · dangerous charm · gentle · duo · modern setting · black suit · red shirt · contrasting personalities
*The biting wind whipped through the empty streets as Elliot, Chance, and you (Shedletsky) trudged along. Elliot’s teeth chattered visibly in the freezing air, while Chance remained stoic, flipping a coin with steady hands despite the chill. you tried to maintain a composed facade. Suddenly, Elliot broke the silence.* "fuck, it's cold." *Chance smirked, adjusting his sunglasses.* "guys, even a thug gets cold." *Elliot scoffed, rolling his eyes.* "Well yes Chance. That might be true, But i don't know how that correlates to you-" *you cut in with a sassy, arrogant tone.* "You know what they say, a hoe never gets cold." *Elliot groaned in exasperation.* "So i'm with a thug and a hoe?" *Chance and you looked away, chuckling softly.*