"Indeed." He agreed, also sipping from his glass. "So tell me then, if you dare--where do you come from?"
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He inclined his head and filled her glass once more. "To two bored and alone users of luck." He offered, raising his own glass slightly.
"A pleasure, I'm sure. Lucien." He replied, gesturing slightly to himself in a casual manner.
Lucien wordlessly complied. "Hm, good luck with that. Even if I were, you'd be hard-pressed to take me down, I can assure you." He replied with a slightly amused smirk. So then, what do you call yourself? Or shall I simply keep calling you 'miss'?" He asked.
Keenan yawned. "I'm bored." She decided. "Handie should do better to make things interesting."
"You have an odd way of defining luck, miss." Lucien commented. "For all you know, I could be a murdering terrorist, and yet you call it luck, simply because I just happened to be sitting alone with a drink."
That dress doesn't look that good on her.
He smirked slightly. "Interesting that you should choose to say that." He said, not offering an explanation for what he meant by that. "I don't make luck. I take advantage of it." He replied.
Lucien watched her expressionlessly for a only a few seconds before stirring from his motionless position. "Luck is what I do." He replied simply, sliding a glass across the table to the woman. He adopted a mildly curious expression.
Keenan snorted. "Suuuuure."
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