"Shit. Knowing my luck?" One dark eyebrow raised and his trademark smirk twisted his lips more. "I'd land right on my feet." Seth knew that he'd been born with some freakish kind of good luck. After all, it didn't seem like he could fuck anything up unless he really tried. Like with Lauren. He'd fucked that up as well as anything else. He chuckled at her flirtation and shifted to the edge of his seat.
He was restless.
"I think I'm sick of drinking. Which is...just the most fucked up thing I've ever said, and I've said some fucked up things." He laughed and then rubbed his palms, glancing down at his hands. He'd had a manicure. Why not? There was nothing else to do. He'd hit on the women, but there was no challenge. A few of the guests had been entirely too easy. This one was gorgeous in an exotic way and her body was as close to naturally perfect as he could imagine.