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[right][code]The Waystone Inn
Interactions: Ransom, Lairëcúma, Gulda
Outfit: Leather coat[/code][/right][hr]

[color=f6989d]"Hold on. Time out"

"Quit whatever that weird shit is and go lick your asshole or something. Just give me one minute."[/color]

Lucky deactivated The Focus and sighed. He was getting rather tired with the scene that was rapidly unfolding. He despised being the center of attention with every fiber of his being. This guy wanted a minute? He'll give him more than a minute, he'll get the rest of the goddamn night. The moment Ransom turned his back to him, he began stumbling towards the door. He wasn't staying outside with these Gods-forsaken people for another moment.

Well, maybe just one more moment. He turned to address Edwina.

[color=a36209]"Sorry for all the ruckus, Undertaker. Just wanted to let ya know Gulda just gave some fool a sloggin' for cheatin' her in some cards. I reckon he's gonna need a patchin' up. Usually I wouldn't give a buffalo's ass, but he's a tabaxi, just like me."[/color]

Before he could make it back inside unnoticed, Ransom turned around to address him.

[color=f6989d]“First to injure. No magic. You pick the weapon, the time, and the location. Aaaand…”[/color]

Lucky scoffed. He knew Ransom was too busy wobbling jaw (as he would put it) at the bard to actually hear him, but he responded anyway, mostly for the sake of making it clear who the real asshole here is.

[color=a36209]"How about, no, no, and no? Duelin' is some'n that ya do with guns, and I ain't gunslingin' no more. Leave me the fuck alone."[/color] He growled, making sure it was loud enough for everybody to hear. He turned around to go back inside. Gulda had probably put the table back up by now, and he had the stomach for a couple more drinks tonight.

[color=fff79a]"I believe we have all witnessed quite enough of this evening's theatrics. Perhaps we might seek warmer company - and drinks - elsewhere?"[/color]

The comment made Lucky's fur crawl. He was annoyed enough at Ransom, this chick making a whole song and dance of the thing was like rubbing salt in the wound. Then she has the audacity to act like HE'S the annoyance here? Like he somehow WANTS to be a part of this? It got under his skin like a parasite, he couldn't help but shout out a snide response as he stormed back into the inn.

[color=a36209]"Yes! Please! Go away!"[/color]

Lucky makes a beeline for Gulda's table, sits down, buries his face in his hands, and groans. He didn't even get to really enjoy his cigarette. Nothing about this night was going the way he wanted it to, but at least he could complain about it to his only friend.

[color=a36209]"Uggghhhhhh, You see that shit, Gulda? Gods, I fucking hate knights. And that bard? I've heard better singing from vultures. Completely ruined my smoke, those two.

I need a drink......."[/color]