chase / chaseweathers
the yacht party x @covestarters
chase was freshly moved into his cozy beach house and figured that the best first move to getting acclimated was going to the casino yacht party. a fan of both gambling and drinking, the reality star knew that he was in for quite the treat tonight. dressed in a freshly dry cleaned tuxedo, the more tanned than usual college dropout made his way onto the boat. he figured he would head straight to the blackjack table. after playing a few hands and getting visibly worked up over losing five hundred dollars due to his own idiocy he walked up to the bar, “no one saw that right?” he asked aloud with a crooked smirk on his face, “the way i just ate shit at the poker table” a laugh escaped the southern’s lips.
nate pulled his blackjack winnings out of his pocket, flashing them in his opponent’s face. he’d stepped away from the table a few hands before the other, while he was ahead. “hate to burst your bubble, mate, but i did see it indeed,” the brit replied, a smile on his face. “let me buy you a drink, though. it’s the least i could do after the fight you put up over there.”










