All that Chase really knows about Texas is that it's a place he really has no intention of ending up in, having heard more than a few stories about things there. "Opportunity?" he echoes, raising his brow as he studies the pool table in front of him, leaning most of his body weight on the cue. "What was your kind?" he wonders, seeing as he's not sure what Dallas is known for (though, it's not like he pays attention. Who has that kind of time?)