idle hands

It had been some time since Lucas had met with the man who had shot him - and strange though it was to believe it, he still didn't feel any particular ill will about it. Hells, it had been funny if he thought about it long enough. But he wasn't thinking about it now. He was thinking about Adam though, but more in a way that he thought the other man could be useful. Obviously he hadn't found his beloved wherever-the-fuck he had wanted to go, and so that made him relatively easy to track down. Through word of mouth and verbal requests at the Rathskeller to send the ex-highwayman Lucas's way when he could next find the time, it was the Ascended's least favourite game. The waiting game. So he sat comfortably in an armchair in his home, a book in hand that he needed no light to read by. It would almost appear as if he wasn't home. And unless Adam walked in, it would stay that way. LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk