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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[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.