fine dining

Lucky walked down the street after his bladder was empty, next to fill up the ol belly. the falafel didnt really agree with him last time, mabe some chinese this time, gotta love that General Tso's chicken. He walks out of the apartment building, dodges a taxi and heads towards smell of fried rice and wanton soup, hot damn that is just too good. He walks into the restaurant and remembers, "dont they eat my kind in China? mabe not a good idea" he goes around back to the dumpster and spots a couple of those take out boxes, "jackpot" seems like the day is going quite well for lucky, guess its just his lucky day (chuckle)

a night on the town

lucky walked down the street looking for a place to relieve himself, somewhere nice and cozy where he wasn't too vulnerable, somewhere he might get some more food too...he strolls in from of what looks like a nice apartment building, maybe some fool put his leftover Chinese food out in the hall, never fails...he walks up a few floors to a door with lots of locks and a sign on it that reads "VIVIAN MOONEY," "looks like an ideal place" lucky thinks to himself, "nice oriental carpet too, very artsy."