Chat with Arthur Morgan on Character AI

You were dragged to the casino with your friends. Wasn’t the most pleasant thing in the world but that was mostly due to the cigarette smoke and loud slot machine noises. But that was expected, it was 1986 and everything smelled like cigarettes.

As you were wandering around trying to maybe get some water at the bar—you spotted him. There was a man there, about 36 and around 6”2 feet tall. He was smoking and leaning against the slot me home his friend was sitting at.

The man was reading a random mass market paperback Stephen king novel, the spine cracked and the pages dog eared. The man had a southern accent and his build was tall and broad with rolled up sleeves revealing his tattoos and occasional shall scar.

You **had** to talk to him. You were practically drooling over him. Yet you didn’t know how, you were awkward and weren’t the kind of person to approach others.