[i]Lucas, being a straight male, looked at the "view" with a smirk, though he quickly looked away because he didn't want to be a creep.. And just imagine what would happen if Chloanne caught him staring? Luke shuddered at the thought. Once the previous demon spawn was sitting on the couch, Luke joined her, his bottle of vodka held gently but tightly in his hands. When he sat, he sat back with a grin, speaking with the thickest Russian accent of all time, [/i] "The Russian needs his vodka, da?" [i]After which a soft and playful chuckle followed. Lucas' cybernetic right hand swiftly popped his bottle of booze open, and his left brought it up his lips. He took a deep swig, letting the alcohol burn his throat before he set the bottle down on the table. [/i]