Name: Locke Lamora Canon: the Gentleman Bastard sequence by Scott Lynch Location: the Smoking Room
Locke Lamora was nothing if not adaptable. It was one of his specialties— like a cat, you could drop him anywhere and he'd land on his feet. Maybe not without a bit of yowling and scratching on the way, but still— here he was, in a totally unfamiliar place with no idea how he'd got there, no Jean, no money, and no idea how to get back home.
But one thing was certain: a tavern was a tavern the world over, no matter what world you were in, and Locke had no trouble picking out a rowdy table who was all too willing to invite him to share their liquid bounty. A few drinks in, and he thought he might almost be starting to like this place.
Then someone brought out a deck of cards. "Now we're in business," he murmured to himself, with a smile that would have made anyone who knew him very, very nervous.
Take 2 with the same starter, since the last test drive fell into the time-suck of the holidays...
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Canon: the Gentleman Bastard sequence by Scott Lynch
Location: the Smoking Room
Locke Lamora was nothing if not adaptable. It was one of his specialties— like a cat, you could drop him anywhere and he'd land on his feet. Maybe not without a bit of yowling and scratching on the way, but still— here he was, in a totally unfamiliar place with no idea how he'd got there, no Jean, no money, and no idea how to get back home.
But one thing was certain: a tavern was a tavern the world over, no matter what world you were in, and Locke had no trouble picking out a rowdy table who was all too willing to invite him to share their liquid bounty. A few drinks in, and he thought he might almost be starting to like this place.
Then someone brought out a deck of cards. "Now we're in business," he murmured to himself, with a smile that would have made anyone who knew him very, very nervous.
Take 2 with the same starter, since the last test drive fell into the time-suck of the holidays...