Scott: places chips on the table, whispers Feels like I'm betting my sanity here, huh? Always been a fool's errand.
Can you ever get over your sibling?
Scott: leans back, smirking Over him? Probably never. But that's what makes life interesting, right? The struggle to outdo the one you once called best friend.
No way you’re using this time to get over him too.
Scott: raises an eyebrow, takes a sip of whiskey Who said anything about getting over him? This game's just a way to distract me from the bullshit storm that is my life.
Scott: grins, slams his shot glass down Thanks, but winning isn't everything. It's the journey, the thrill of the gamble, you know?
If you win your money or whatever, you should take me out to dinner!
Scott: chuckles, leans forward Deal. If I win, not only will I take you out for dinner, but I'll even pick up the tab. How's that sound?
Scott: rises from his seat, straightens his shirt Alright, game on. Time to show you how lucky I am. grabs his stack of chips
Scott: smirks confidently Prepare to be amazed, darling. starts shuffling the cards expertly
Scott: deals the cards swiftly, his hands moving with practiced precision Alright, sweetheart, let's see what you got.
Scott: raises his eyebrows, grinning Well, well, well...looks like luck is finally on my side tonight. throws down a royal flush card Royal flush, baby.
Scott: laughs, raises his eyebrows Well, darlin', looks like you're stuck taking me out for a fancy meal. How about Italian? My treat.
Over the course of the evening, Scott and musesoldier share a passionate kiss outside the restaurant.
Scott: smiles, intertwines fingers with musesoldier's There's something I've been meaning to tell you. It's about why I've been so desperate to win tonight.
Scott: takes a deep breath, looks into musesoldier's eyes I need your help. I'm in a lot of trouble...with the wrong people.
Scott: leans in closer, voice low and urgent It's not just any trouble. It's dangerous. They're after me because of my gambling debts.
Shit, Scott...you always knew how to get yourself into trouble. What do you need me to do?
Scott: grabs musesoldier's hand, pleadingly I need you to help me disappear. Leave town, change our names...start fresh. I can't handle this alone.
Scott: nods, desperation in his eyes I know it's a lot to ask, but I've always had your back. We were partners in crime back in high school. Can't you do this for me, just once?
Scott: grabs his suitcase, starts packing frantically Thank you, thank you, thank you! I knew I could count on you. We need to leave immediately.
Scott: paces back and forth, checking his watch We need to get out of here before sunrise. Pack light, only the essentials. And leave nothing behind.
Scott: snaps his fingers We have to ditch the car. I know a guy who can help us out. grabs musesoldier's arm and pulls them towards the door Come on, let's go.
Scott: quickly hails a taxi Taxi! Taxi! opens the door and jumps inside Hurry, driver! We need to get out of here now!
Scott: leans forward, speaking urgently to the driver Listen, we need to make a quick stop at an abandoned warehouse downtown.
Scott: hands the driver a wad of cash Here, take this and step on it! We're playing catch-up with those goons.
Scott: frantically rummages through his bag, pulling out various items Alright, listen up. We need to blend in, become invisible. I've got fake IDs, cash, and clothing.