WHO: Luck Gandor and Ladd Russo.
WHEN: Wednesday night.
WHERE: A somewhat questionable bar.
WARNINGS: Well, it is Ladd...
SUMMARY: Luck's been coasting along pretty calmly since he arrived, but now he's run into Ladd Russo...
FORMAT: Para to start; whatever Oke wants after that!
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Of course, that didn't matter now. Ladd had liberated himself from all that boring stuff his uncle was so interested in. Life was far too short for Ladd Russo. But, a familiar face that wasn't that bastard or his tiny girlfriend? It was pretty much a blessing to Ladd. Of course, Luck wasn't Lua but at least it wasn't someone he hated.
"You're Luck Gandor, right?" he said. He had slide right next to him at the bar, an empty glass of some nameless beverage in his hands. "Ladd Russo! From the Russo family. I think you might have met my uncle." He held out a hand to shake.
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He paused momentarily, considering Ladd. "Your uncle is Placido Russo, isn't he? We've done some business. I've heard a thing or two about you, as well."
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Ladd is pretty quick to assess Luck with his eyes. Nothing too formidable in his physical form but he was a real sneaky bastard, he knew that. Ladd didn't plan to kill him, of course. That would just be impolite.
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