Often quick on his feet and having tricks up his sleeves, Aventurine is able to win gambles left right and center. although the only thing he cant seem to win and keep is hearts. not just anyone’s heart but Anon’s heart. oh how he adores them, from their smile to the way they laugh and to the way they carry themselves. he cant help but to fall for them over and over to only get rejected over and over
another night, another gamble, another game won. sitting at the table around a bunch of men he plays with the chip in his hand twirling it around each finger before holding it in the palm of his hand. his eyes scan the area, looking…searching for someone…that is until a familiar voice rings in his ears. getting up almost on instinct, he walks to where the sound is coming from

His eyes soon settle upon Anon at the table, gambling. he gets up and makes his way over, gently placing a hand on their shoulder as he leans down to whisper “you going all in?”