Chapter Text
The night sky twinkled with bright stars tonight. On the streets people walked in fancy, expensive clothing. This was where Chance had grew up, they knew these streets like the back of their own hand. They had grown up privileged, which in hindsight may have screwed their view on the world. Tonight, however, that wasn’t their nightly topic.
They walked into the restaurant, hands tucked neatly into their pockets, though their thumbs stuck out. They waited until someone came to bring them to their table. Already sitting there was none other than their good pal. His crown gave him away; as well as his icy presence.
“ITrapped!” They waved enthusiastically before sitting down parallel to the man, “How’ve you been bud?”
“Fine.” His finger circled the rim of his water.
It seemed the waiter had already taken their drinks. Chance was a little late, but they didn’t care all too much. ITrapped could probably care less himself. They engaged in small talk, though Chance was mostly the one chattering away. They had always been a chatterbox, even when ITrapped didn’t look particularly interested.
When the waiter came back with their food, Chance happily dug in. It also appeared ITrapped had ordered their food, though they had been friends long enough to know what the other wanted. Chance had ordered their pasta, while ITrapped got a simple steak with some broccoli on the side. Compared to ITrapped, who took a slow and steady approach. He cut his food first, Chance didn’t care. He ate slowly, and they ate like they had been deprived of it. Though they both had something in common; they were at least eating cleanly.
In the middle of their food, they looked up at the other and grinned. “Have ya heard the news?”
ITrappeds hand paused in the middle of bringing a bite of steak to their mouth. He raised his eyebrow, questioning, and Chance grinned wider.
“So, we’ve only been friends for about 2 years, but I don’t think I’ve ever, uhm, told you about this,” the gambler began, “there’s a party on the 16th.”
ITrapped chuckled, “Another? Seems like the 5th one in this past month.”
“Ahh, but this one’s special! It’s hosted by.. yours truly,” they pointed their thumbs at themselves, looking bold.
ITrapped didn’t looked shocked. The gamblers grin faltered for a second, before they whined, “What? It’s super cool!”
“You’re a rich guy, what rich guy around here hasn’t thrown at least one party?”
“Again, it’s special!” They talked with their hands.
“And how so?” ITrapped took a bite of their steak finally, seeming skeptical.
“You seriously don’t know!?.. Anyways,” Chance seemed like an excited dog when he talked about things like this, “My family holds this huge party every year. Usually only fancy rich people get invited to it, and I’ve never really had say until this year!”
They clapped their hands excitedly. ITrapped looked onward at the happy gambler, mind drifting off. God, can’t he just get this damn key already!? He snapped out of it, taking another mouthful of their steak.
“Cool,” he replied, mumbling.
“And I figured since I have a say this year..” Chance grabbed into their shirt pocket, before sliding an envelope towards the ice robloxians direction.
ITrapped put on a semi-fake grin, “you’re inviting me of all people? Don’t you have anyone else better?” In truth, he just really didn’t wanna go.
“I’m not just inviting you,” they say, “you remember those friends you told me about?”
ITrapped perked up now, “you want to invite former exploiters and hackers to your families pristine annual ball? Isn’t that reckless?”
“Nah,” Chance dismissed it with their hands, “besides, there’s been worse drama at these balls. A few exploiters would probably end up being the least of the talk of the night.”
ITrapped stared at the envelope on the desk. In truth, most of the friends they talked about he didn’t care much for. In reality he would’ve invited Ellernate and Caleb, if he could. But here he was, stuck with people he didn’t care about to invite.
“..Do you even remember the friends I talked about?” ITrapped questioned.
“Dignity, HerbTheGuy, Aeacus, and 007n7.” Chance blurted out.
ITrapped was impressed. With how much the gambler never seemed to stay on one topic, they had actually listened. Not like ITrapped cared enough to do much of the same. Not like they had ever expressed much at the fact he never seemed to really listen.
“Then you send the invites. I’ll be there at the party, since you seem passionate about it afterall.”
Chances face lit up, and the gamblers hands clasped together. They nod.
The rest of the night was dedicated to the food, and when ITrapped and Chance finally parted ways, Chance couldn’t help but dwindle on the hackers he had promised to invite. They didn’t exactly know to send the letters too..
They’d figure that out later. For now, they walked down the streets of the bustling city, now looking forward to a night they didn’t care much about before. They liked when their parents finally allowed them to do what they wanted, for a change.
It was their lucky day.