Luc had figured out about two minutes in that she was going to take longer than he cared to stand up for - so when he heard the faint permission to have a seat, he took her up on it. He left the open bag of Cheetos on the counter and made his way to the living room, finding the nearest spot on the couch and settling himself onto it.
He was glad he's forsaken shoes for that particular trip, because now he could fold his legs up underneath himself Indian-style and help himself to going through channels on the television. He'd untucked the joint from behind his ear and was flipping it through his fingers idly - and very gently, so as not to break it, because he was a pro like that - as he went through the options he had on TV. Which wasn't much, considering it was Friday before prime time - yeah, and being in Pacific time sucked royal balls more often than it didn't. Good thing he wasn't a football fan, otherwise he'd really be pissed at life.
He'd found that movie Hitch with Will Smith in it - and he had to leave it once he stumbled across it. Because regardless of what people said about that movie, he found it hilarious. Plus, Will Smith could do no wrong in his eyes, but that was another story for another time. And on more than one occasion toyed with a similar notion of being a ~matchmaker/'consultant' but it was just too much work and not enough gain on his part - since money wasn't enough of a reason to do it, and most of the people he would have ended up working for probably weren't worth his time or effort.
He jumped a little when Lucy finally came in the room, because he'd been paying more attention to the movie, he had to admit. So it was with a surprised little laugh that he turned to look at her. "Hey!" he said, his cheer concealing his start quite well he thought. "I brought this!" He held up the joint for her appraisal then. "Didn't want to start it without you - though we already missed 4:20.." He was just kidding on the last part - 4:20 was definitely a teenager's excuse to get high. Considering he wasn't a teenager anymore, he didn't need excuses anymore either.
He could tell the hair on her head was a wig - it wasn't totally obvious, it was just that Luc had a little more knowledge of things like that being in the entertainment industry and all. Wigs weren't a big deal to him, really - hell, some even looked really good. But he figured that this particular young lady wasn't wearing one because she thought it was cute or she was trying to be deviant. He figured there was a purpose to it. And one that wasn't appropriate to comment on at that particular time.
"C'mon," he said with a pat on the cushion beside himself. "Come sit and we can smoke this." Because seriously, after that long-ass wait outside the door (which wasn't nearly as long as it had actually felt, but whatever), he definitely wanted to smoke. Like, five minutes ago.