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[right][code]Present day
Interactions: Lila, Ransom (Briefly and physically), Cali (Briefly), Kel (Briefly) Grask (Staring)
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[color=a36209]"Insult? That's just what we used to call y'all folks back where I'm from, I ain't mean nothing nasty by it."[/color]

As the half-elf pushed the vial closer to him, he quickly snatched it and began refilling his lighter. He'd knew the oil wasn't hers, but he didn't care. He'd seen the owner of that particular sack plenty of times before, knew him to be a real scumbag, & that this particular scumbag was afraid of him. A few months ago, he'd noticed his good-for-nothing varmint ass following a woman walking alone at night and started following him back to spook him. He scared him off her trail pretty quickly, but he continued following him all the way back to his home, just for a taste of his own medicine.

[color=6ecff6]"This world is the most unkind I’ve come to learn."[/color]

Normally Lucky didn't deal in thank-yous and other such pleasantries, but the half-elf's words about the cruelty of the world struck deep with him. It was something he knew all too well, something he'd [b][i]seen[/i][/b] all too well back in the Old Frontier.

[color=a36209]"Yeah, this world's mean as a rattlesnake, ya got that right. It'd be a lot less mean if folks 'round here accepted that and started helping each other out a bit more, but yer more likely to catch a weasel asleep than that happening anytime soon. The name's Lucky. Thanks for the oil."[/color]

He began stumbling towards the front door, but not before turning around to tell her one more thing, [color=a36209]"Swing by my hut if ya ever need to hire an extra sword by your side, just ask Gulda for the locatio- Oof!"[/color]

Not looking where he was going, Lucky slams face first into the armored back of the tall blonde guy conversating with a pair of tieflings, headbutting him in the back of the head. For the entire time he was looking for his lighter, these people were distracting him, and they continue to do so. [color=a36209]"Move"[/color], he grumbles as he tries to budge past them, stepping over the vomit on the ground. 

He briefly pauses to address the group. 

[color=a36209]"Man, do y'all love wobblin' jaw as loud as possible for the hell of it or what? Gods, I can barely hear myself fucking think."[/color]

He stumbles away without waiting for a response from any of them. He had waited too long. He needed that sweet, sweet tobacco. He was [b][i]wayyyyy[/i][/b] nicer to Lila than he normally is when he's desperately craving a smoke, and if he didn't get one NOW, his next conversation might not go so smoothly. On his way out, he noticed a dragonborn with a peculiar pistol holstered to his hip. Just the look of it made him emotional. He missed shooting guns, he missed it so dearly. That was exactly the last thing he needed to see today. [color=a36209]"Mean as a rattlesnake..."[/color] He muttered to himself as he pulled out a hand-rolled cigarette.

Lucky lit his cigarette the moment he stepped outside the bar, not bothering to look who was there already. With his eyes closed, he took a long, long drag and thought about his brief conversation with Lila. [color=a36209]"You know what? Maybe that bog-trotter's alright."[/color] He thinks to as he exhales into the air, inadvertently blowing smoke right into the Elven bard's face. Only now did Lucky open his eyes and take a look at his new company. Two faces he didn't recognize, and one he did. He decided only to address the one he did, waving at Edwina.

[color=a36209]"Howdy, Undertaker."[/color]