Lucas' apartment, Saturday night

[not_entirely]

After listening to the radio, and hoping that that comment about Nadia getting hit with her own mallet wasn't going to mean he was suddenly working on Monday, now, Lucas settled in for bed.

He pulled out the pill he'd grabbed from the girl's backpack. His headache still raged, so without much ado, he grabbed a glass of water and tossed it back, then flopped backwards on his bed.

He really missed Elle.