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Itrapped hummed quietly to the jazz as Chance tapped his fingers to the beat on the hacker's thigh. Through the corner of his eye he could see looking over slightly and smiling. The gambler enjoyed seeing itrapped actually let his guard down, it helped Chance to feel like they were doing something right in life besides winning at the slots.
Tonight they were going to answer fancy Italian diner that Chance had been begging itrapped to go with him as the gambler swore at how high the ratings were for the joint. After a week and itrapped dodging of how Chance received a now healing wound on his neck, itrapped vowed to treat Chance to something to make up for it behind his back.
Pulling into the parking lot had proved to be easy work, getting into the restaurant was a different story. Lines of people had been standing outside of the doors, arms interlocked as soft eyes gazed into each other. Chance grinned as itrapped worried at the long lines.
"Chance, maybe this isn't such a good idea. It seems very busy today."
“Nonsense, I have an ace up my sleeve!” Chance slapped the hacker on the back while flipping that annoying coin. As the two walked, Chance pulled itrapped to another door where one of the employees nodded to them, moved to the side, and let them in. Itrapped looked back at some of the customers giving them intense side eyes.
The waiter brought them to a fancy booth decorated with pretty carvings of animals and flowers. Itrapped was seated first as the gambler sat across from him, the two gazed at each other before itrapped looked down at the menu. Browsing the options, Chance just kept staring at itrapped as if he were caught in a daydream.
Itrapped tapped his foot softly under the table as his eyes darted around nervously, “Chance, last time I checked I don't look like a menu.”
Chance chuckled as he let out a sound of amusement, “I'd beg to differ but that's only because I already know what I want.”
“And what do you want, Mr. Know it all?” Itrapped looked up from the laminated paper and curled an eyebrow up that Chance probably couldn't see.
“Ah-....” it almost looked as if Chance had been frozen in place. A finger pointed into the sky, lowered itself to point at the hacker, then down at the table. Chance frowned as a blush nervously covered their face. “Aha, well…” The gambler smiled again as he shook away the embarrassment. “The spicy rigatoni of course!”
Itrapped sheepishly smiled. It was quite cute to see Chance get so flustered over something and lose his composure. It was a guilty pleasure seeing the gambler fumble for his confidence that he had a white knuckles grip on. “Sure, and I'll have the chicken shrimp Alfredo.”
Chance tilted his head before picking up the menu, pulling it up to his face while squinting before slamming the paper down. “Really? Out of allllllll the choices here, Trappy. You got to live a little, honey.” The coin flipping through the air counteracts the silence.
itrapped crossed his arms while looking away, “Listen, I like it so leave me be. You don't have to eat it!”
“Yeah, yeah, stay boring. Just like how you only like white milk and vanilla ice cream,” Chance stuck his tongue out before turning to the approaching waiter.
Taking their respective turns, the gambler sent the waiter away before flipping his coin to pass the time only for itrapped to grab it mid air.
itrapped examined the coin, “It's a wonder what you would do with yourself if you didn't have this coin with you all the time. Maybe this is why ‘Lady Luck’ is always on your side.” The hacker looked at the worn metal from the oils of Chance's fingers before flipping it between his own and back harshly into Chance's forehead.
Scrambling for the coin Chance smirked, “you're just jealous that I've beaten you at black jack 14 times in a row. I think you're just afraid to admit you don't have what It takes to actually beat me in the casino.” itrapped immediately frowned at the statement.
The hacker balled his fists while gritting his teeth, “I am perfectly capable of taking you on at anything. I don't need luck because I have skill. You're just a cheater, everyone knows the house always wins, Chance.”
As Chance let out a loud wheeze, itrapped loosened his hands and a small pout flashed onto his face.
“You're so cute when you get mad, sweetcheeks!” Chance wiped a tear from their cheek as the waiter silently came to the table with a tray full of food. The sound of the employees clearing his throat brought Chance back to his senses. “Sorry, that was just too good! I really had you going huh?”
“You think you're really funny…”
“You love it!”
“I suppose, you wouldn't be you without your unnecessary boasting and teasing.”
“That's right, baby! That's the recipe for the Chancester!”
“No one calls you that.”
Chance shrugged as he began to dig into his food. The sweet and spicy aromas of the sauce and meat began to make the gambler drool with anticipation. Stabbing the noodles with the fork given, Chance began to tear his plate.
Itrapped unraveled his fork. Twirling the prongs around the noodles, itrapped savored the flavors. It was moments later where the hacker felt eyes on him again before looking up at Chance.
Chance was finishing his plate, licking the rest of the sauce off his fork, itrapped locked eyes before choking on a noodle. Chance's eyes widened as the hacker coughed and sputtered before regaining composure.
Chance smirked, “Everything good, sugar?”
Itrapped grabbed a napkin before wiping his mouth quickly, “Just fine, just the wrong pipe is all.” The hacker watched as Chance practically climbed over the table while now invading itrapped's space. “Uhh…Chance, what are you?”
Itrapped froze and seized up as he felt a wet warmth envelope his cheek. Chance leaned back before crudely smacking his lips and sitting down.
“Yeah you're right, alfredo does taste good! I still like my spice though.”
Itrapped wanted to explode into a million pieces as if he was a boiler getting ready to blow. He hated this man but also really loved him.