hey darling, do you gamble?

[acrossyourpath]

WHO: FELICIA HARDY and LUCK GANDOR
WHERE: Some... billiards bar.
WHEN: Tonight how about.
WARNINGS: None?
SUMMARY: Felicia once challenged Luck to see how his luck fared against hers. Now is the moment of truth.
FORMAT: Quicklog?



[ The evening was just getting started, the click of billiards hitting one another a steady rustle in the background of Felicia's thoughts. She liked coming here, watching the bets, the fights, the competition, even with the smell of cigars permeating the air.

She sipped a gin, watching the doorway, people coming and going. ]

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[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

[Billiards wasn't really Luck's game of choice - he preferred cards - but it passed the time... and in the right places, against the right opponents, it was a way of making a little extra money.

Today wasn't one of those days, but it was good to keep his hand in. He frowned faintly, concentrating over his shot.]

[acrossyourpath]

[ Felicia took notice of the man at the table, moving from her seat to get a closer look. She often tried not to get too close to the games themselves, lest she accidentally jinx someone (that is, unless there was someone there she wanted to lose) -- but he was a new face. She wanted to see what he could do. ]

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

[He didn't try any flashy moves or showing off, but a practiced eye would be able to see the skill in the methodical way he lined up his shot... and even an unpracticed eye could see how tidily it landed. And the one after that, and the one after that. He missed the fourth, but by then the only shots left were trick shots.]

[acrossyourpath]

[ She raises her eyebrow, impressed with his shot. He's pretty good for a newbie. Even as he misses the fourth shot, Felicia tells the bartender to make him a drink, on her. She waits for him to take a break, not making a move toward him immediately. ]

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

[She's not waiting long. Luck's good; his opponent, a regular whose game is pool, is better. It's over over fairly quickly, and Luck - a gracious loser - thanks his opponent for the game before turning away from the table.]

[acrossyourpath]

[ Felicia smiles at him when he turns, beckoning him over. ]

Hey there, stranger. Pretty good game. [ She tilts her head, and offers him the drink beside her on the counter. ] Thirsty?

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

[He looks surprised, and then a little wary, but it doesn't keep him from approaching, and after only a moment's consideration he accepts the drink with a little nod.]

Thank you.

[That wariness quickly turns speculative as he regards her over the glass.]

I wouldn't have thought I was playing well enough to draw an audience.

[acrossyourpath]

Maybe not, but a good game is a good name. [ She smiles, crossing one of her legs over the other. ] And I haven't seen you before.

[ Though his voice sounds familiar... ]

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

No, you wouldn't have. I'm still fairly new in town.

[acrossyourpath]

[ Raises her eyebrow. ]

How new?

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

A few weeks.

I'm from around here originally, but it's been a long time. The city isn't what I remember.

[He lies without missing a beat - it's close enough to the truth that it's only kind of a lie, after all.]

[acrossyourpath]

Really. I feel like I would have recognized you. [ She sips her own drink, casually. ]

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

You're a local?

[acrossyourpath]

Going on a year or so.

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

[He seems to find something vaguely amusing about that answer.]

I see.

[acrossyourpath]

Something funny? [ Wry smirk. ]

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head, amiably.]

I just wouldn't ordinarily say that being somewhere for a year would make someone a local. Then again, the rules are rather different here, aren't they.

[acrossyourpath]

Fair point. I'm local now, but I wasn't born here. I came here from somewhere else, like most of the people here.

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

[He considers her for a moment before extending a hand.]

Luck Gandor.

[acrossyourpath]

[ She looks surprised. Then, she smiles. ]

Oh, you're Lucky, aren't you? I think we've spoken.

[favorsthebrave.livejournal.com]

[His smile is polite but perhaps just faintly pained.]

Luck, please.

[He considers her for a moment.]

...That's right. You're the Black Cat, then?

[acrossyourpath]

That's me. [ She smiles. ] Nice to meet you in person.