0013 Body Count [Comment log - Voice Post]

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[fortuna_eterna]

[Luck sighed softly, placing down his glass, turning his head to face the white suits, fingers skimming down to his waist]

All of us, preferably.

[heyheyheyheeey]

Hm.

[Jumps down his place on the bar.]

Afternoon, Gandor.

[fortuna_eterna]

Afternoon, Russo.

[His fingers brush the gun, curling]

Bit early for you to be casing such ruckus, isn't it?

[heyheyheyheeey]

[He sees the gun and shrugs off.]

Ruined yer meal, eh? I've finished mine. Maybe ya are slow to have waited so long.

[fortuna_eterna]

I believe I've choice of when I eat my meals.

[He had a terse expression. Tried.]

[heyheyheyheeey]

Shouldn't waste like this. Country's not for wasters.

[He had a jovial one, slightly marred by his insanity. He picked a fork with his free hand and began to eat what is left of the mutton in Luck's plate]

Yer ma should have taught ya to finish yer meals.

[fortuna_eterna]

My mother was a woman not concerned with my eating habits as much as my development.

But I wasn't quite finished.

[He smiled, hand easy]

Please, help yourself.

[heyheyheyheeey]

What did yer ma taught ya? Uncle raised me. He taught me different lessons.

[He sat on the table, after finishing, gun cocked at the direction of any sign of protest.

Gandor looked so damned cocky, sure he would survive the ride.

It was making Ladd upset inside.]

[fortuna_eterna]

How to share, and play nice with the other boys.

[Luck sighed, fingers to temple]

Is this a no smoking car now?

[heyheyheyheeey]

No... smokin...

[He is distracted by noticing Nill and moves out the table.]

Right back at ya, Gandor.

[fortuna_eterna]

[Luck's false smile turned in to a frown.]

Ladd Russo.