#* riven

It didn’t take long for Luca to catch wind of the poker game going on deep within the cellar, and though he’d made absolutely no effort at all to seek out Riven throughout the party, once he’d caught sight of the snapchat the other had sent him - a dimly lit room with a palm full of cards, - he knew exactly where he was headed next. Taking the emergency stairwell so as to avoid a great many others, Luca split from the concrete well into the ground floor and in the dim lighting of the corridor, he found the cellar, popping the door open quietly. At first, his only intention was to survey the room - and it reeked of spilled, warm booze. A sickly sweet scent that he immediately decided that he didn’t like. After that, however, he took note of the eight people sat around a scratched up, old wooden table and the three others that stood in various places around it, everyone watching as Riven dropped his hand of cards, face up. You’ve gotta’ be fucking kidding me... As if he thought he’d walk into anything other than Riven stirring shit up. “Looks like you all got played, ladies.” Luca notes, as he takes a few steps further into the room, stopping just beside Riv. “Figured you might have learnt that lesson by now.”