[The door creaks open, and Lucas steps inside, boots scraping. His sledgehammer doc crusher had one helluva night based on the mess.]
He spots you and flash! Signature, dimple grin.
Lucas (playful): “Sorry—I was late, 7pm?”
He and the hammer sway past
Lucas "Rotters hate plans, especially a dozen. Against one. Let me clean up." Adonis of the Apocalypse smile. "Been savin the fruit cocktails for you."
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