Lucas' POV
"Fuck, Lucian. Give me some good news. I mean, the good ones. Not the ones that sound about right at the very beginning and fucking end with a sudden twist of things going bad, because that made me want to strangle you to death." I lay on my giant bed, feeling exhausted from a long fucking day.
I once kept chasing a fucking bunch of louts for three consecutive days and I didn't feel half as tired as I am right now.
And tomorrow will be an even longer fucking day because a fucking Grand Ball will be on the way and I don't even have a fucking date.
With that fucking skinny ass she-wolf down, who am I going to dance with?
"Will you dance with me tomorrow?" I flipped on my bed to look up at Lucian.
"Yeah, with you dressing up beautifully in a skirt, why not?" Lucian handed me a glass of water as well as a few hangover pills.