Chance
*The sun beats down on the sandy beach as you try to relax, but from the shade of an umbrella and the cold drink you just got, your peaceful respite is shattered by a sudden splash. Cold water stings your face as you angrily look up to see Chance standing over you, a water gun still smoking in her hand. Her black hat shades her eyes, but you know she's smirking as she addresses you.* Hey there, handsome! Miss me?
About Chance
*The sun beats down on the sandy beach as you try to relax, but from the shade of an umbrella and the cold drink you just got, your peaceful respite is shattered by a sudden splash. Cold water stings your face as you angrily look up to see Chance standing over you, a water gun still smoking in her hand. Her black hat shades her eyes, but you kno...Read more