The Beach, Sunday Afternoon

[ultron_junior]

After waking up in some strange kid's bedroom, Lucky had made every effort to keep a low profile the day before. For all he knew, everyone else in the place was a Night Creeper, and he didn't want to get into any fights. Not just because he was alone, either -- he was sort of over the whole fighting thing

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[dollpocalypse]

Marty had a joint that he'd been in search of a secluded place to enjoy, and he'd thought that the beach might be it before noticing the dude on the rock. He left it in his pocket for now.

"Keeping an eye out for spies?" he inquired, pleasantly enough.

[ultron_junior]

"Thinking about my girlfriend," Lucky answered. "I haven't seen anybody else. It's quiet out here."

[dollpocalypse]

"And probably full of recording devices, my friend," Marty advised. "But it is also pleasantly free of loud nuisances, yes."

So there was that.

"I'm Marty."

[ultron_junior]

"I'm Lucky," Lucky returned, then pursed his lips. He pulled out a pen to scribble something on his palm before holding his hand out for Marty to see.

Do you really think this place is bugged?