He'd been so fucking close. Yet he'd been there to watch from a distance as Django bagged his target. Annoying but only because he'd missed out on the money. Oh well, there would be other huge payouts in the near future so it wasn't the worst thing in the world. Chasin would rather lose to this guy than anyone else anyway. At least with this one he didn't act like he was better than him just because he won this round.

Going to the bar where he knew that Django would be, he plopped his ass down next to him, a bag slung over his shoulder. Then he gave a bright grin. No hard feelings at all. His rival won fair and square. He'd just hit a snag and hadn't been able to get in. Next time he'd win.

"So a deal is a deal. You won. Where do ya wanna go?"

Chasin patted the bag on his shoulder. "I've got the perfect number for it. Figured I'd wait to change there so I wouldn't fuck up the surprise of how great I look in it."