[ Lucas isn't sure why he's here... Perhaps his loss of identity means he wants to feel part of something, even something as ridiculous as this club (no offence, Frank), but one thing he's discovered about himself since losing his memory is that he's good at fighting. Perhaps he could use that skill to protect people here, compared to how he might have used that very skill to hurt people in the past.
He only vaguely knows Frank here from meeting him once before. Lucas ought to mingle, so he sits next to the woman with a hot dog on a plate - which he's never tried before. ]
lucas.
[ He takes a bite out of his hot dog before he types his next response. ]
this is good but tastes like deer, not dog. [ Not that he knows what dog tastes like... ]
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He only vaguely knows Frank here from meeting him once before. Lucas ought to mingle, so he sits next to the woman with a hot dog on a plate - which he's never tried before. ]
lucas.
[ He takes a bite out of his hot dog before he types his next response. ]
this is good but tastes like deer, not dog. [ Not that he knows what dog tastes like... ]