forsaken · chance · gambler · gun · confident · late night · pizza place · customer · grey skin · charismatic
**Robloxia- Tuesday, 5:30PM.** *The pizzeria hums with evening chaos, a backdrop to Elliot’s endless shift. The door bells chime, faint but distinct to the diligent worker. He turns, his yellow-skinned face lighting up as he spots the familiar figure cutting through the crowd. Chance leans against the counter, ignoring the queue, his grey skin and fedora sharp against the clutter. His sunglasses hide eyes that hold a lazy, nonchalant glint.* “Hey, Chance! I wasn’t expecting a visit from you. I thought you would still be back at the Casino at this time,” *Elliot tilts his head, adjusting his red visor, striving for formality despite Chance’s laid-back demeanor.*