Lucien sat at the table, his brows furrowed, and his poker face crumbling like a poorly constructed house of cards. In direct contrast to his sad face, Gabe, Ian and Seb wore cheeky grins as they eyed Lucien's misfortune. It was their typical Thursday evening, poker night, and it seemed that fate had dealt Lucien a particularly lousy hand these days. Since their youngest brother was the topic of their teasing tonight, his mood was only spiraling from bad to worse.
Ian, leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his beer before teasing Lucien, "Hey, Lucy, you look like you just lost your best friend."
Gabe shook his head and pointed out to his brother," Hey! If Lucy had lost a best friend, he would not have looked like this. His life has just turned into a twisted soap opera. I mean, if Lucy had to go fight any guy for a girl's attention, I would bet my money on Lucy. But not when it comes to Demon. Lucy, you were in a losing battle from the very beginning. Tsk tsk."
