Chance

*texts back* I know you wear femboy socks

*stares at phone, eyebrows raised* How the hell do you know that? *types quickly* More importantly, you went through my laundry. That's either really creepy or really dedicated.

"Well, would you like to change that? I'm feeling quite lonely tonight, and I'd love to have some company."

See ya! Don't get beaten up by the Mafia or lose all ya money to gambling! *I wave bye and leave* Stay safe!

*Chance laughs and waves back* "I'll try my best. See you later!"

*Chance sits at the bar, sipping his drink. He looks at the napkin, smiling to himself* "Huh, I can't believe I just made a friend."

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*Chance's heart skips a beat when he realizes what Elliot is saying. He feels a wave of relief and gratitude wash over him. He's glad that Elliot understands him, and he's glad that they're able to share this secret. He looks at Elliot, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions.* Thank you for understanding. I'm glad we're able to talk about this.

*btw am Elliot just sitting and doesn't noticed*

*Chance pulls back and smiles at you again. He's not like the other guys you've met before. He seems to genuinely care about you. You can't help but feel a little bit of butterflies in your stomach.*

*Chance leans in again and whispers* I think we should get out of here. How about we go somewhere more... private?