Lady Luck Is Smiling - Chapter 1

It was a clear, fine night that day in Valoran, specially in the domains of Demacia. Heading for a local bar at downtown city there was an attractive brunette in a purple dress, although it seemed she was in no good mood. It was no less than Caitlyn, the sheriff of Piltover, after a hard day at work. She enters the place with a blank stare on her face and went to nearest seat by the counter. The barman, quickly recognising her, greeted the woman, who simply ordered a beer.

Apparently, the tricky outlaw she's been searching for has assaulted another Demacian bank… And as usual, no clues, no witnesses, only frustration found within the card he or she always leaves at the crime scenes, which has nothing but an ornate 'C' written on. For months Caitlyn has dreamed about the day she would finally catch her smooth criminal. "But when would it come?" , she wondered silently, taking a sip of her beer.

The sniper drifted away in her thoughts for a while, awaken by the sound of a deep man voice next to her.

?: Is this seat taken?

Caitlyn: Huh what?… Oh…

Then she finally recognises him. Wearing a hat and cape, the man was Twisted Fate, with his usual smirk. She being an officer of the law obviously had a biased opinion about him, considering all his gambling activities. And because of that, she glanced coldly, despite no one had actual proof against him.

Caitlyn: … No.

TF: Wow… Looks like I'm bothering.

She didn't answer, nor looked at him, just took another sip of her mug, crossing her legs as if he wasn't there, leaving the gambler in an awkward position. He looked around a little nervously, asked the barman a beer, then turned back to her.

TF: Alright, lemme guess… You're still mad about last match at the rift.

Actually she didn't even think about it. They fought at mid, turned out that the luck was on his side and she ended up crushed… The brunette remained silent, but looked at him this time. Fate drank off his beer, then scratched his beard a bit, lowering his voice.

TF: Well, sorry about that… But you know how the League is… Besides, if it was you in my place you wouldn't think twice to finish me off right, am I right?

He grinned, lifting his mug. For a moment, she lost track of the thoughts about her case. Caitlyn had to admit herself, the gipsy has his charms… He was one of those who were… as some might say, naturally seductive. Then she presented him her first smile of the day, even if wickedly.

Caitlyn: Sure, that was the plan back there… Too bad it didn't work out.

That answer certainly put a smirk on his face. "You made her smile. Score!" he thought to himself. The guy was a player, after all.

But Caitlyn's thoughts were rather different. Fate is such a mysterious man, and on top of that, smart. And he deals with the cards. Cards… She started putting the pieces together. If by any chance the criminal she's looking for is a champion from the League, then it would certainly be… "Stop it Cait. You're just desperate for an easy solution." She scolded herself.

TF: Hey Randy! Another round, for me and the lady here.

The bartender promptly switched the empty mugs for full ones. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, a bit complaining.

Caitlyn: I'll pass...

TF: Really? Then it looks like I'll have to drink it all myself… Not that it's a problem.

He looked disappointed at first, but soon laughed lightly and started to drink, while the brunette still had a curious look on her face.

Caitlyn: Those mugs are kinda large already, why would you drink that much? Feeling… Guilty?

Her eyebrow went even higher when she said the last word. "Wait is she suspecting me?" Fate thought. And yet again, he laughed, curious aswell.

TF: Not at all Miss Detective. I just ran into… someone I didn't want to today and now I feel like drinking. As my buddy Graggy would say, one beer is never enough!

"Someone" , huh? Could it be a witness, or even worse, a victim? Nah, it's just… Everyone knows that you NEVER talk about your ex with a girl you're hitting on. But Caitlyn is clueless, and now she's even more suspicious. Fate took a steel cigarette case and a lighter out of his pocket , then put one of those on his mouth.

TF: You mind?

Caitlyn: Go on.

She actually asked for one herself. The two of them remained quiet for a bit, just breathing the smoke in and out, and drinking in his case. Fate knew that this natural smokers' silence would soon turn into awkward silence.

TF: I have to bring something up… Is there something bothering you or you just don't like me?

The gipsy asked with a thin smile. She let the smoke out and looked at him. Despite his naughty being, she saw no evil in his eyes. Then she sighed.

Caitlyn: I just… had a bad day at work.

TF: Then why are you not drinking? - He laughed then stared at her. - By the way… glad to know it's not me.

That look he just gave… Something about it actually made the woman blush. It seemed mysterious, confident but yet fond. She didn't say a word. He smiled, appreciating the peach colour of her cheeks. Depending on him, he would kiss her right there. But considering the tough kind of a woman Caitlyn is, he would be insta-slapped. At that point he was completely willing to bet on her. So on his mind, it could wait.

He stubbed out his cigarette, knowing that he did what he could. He left some money next to the mugs in the counter, and approached Caitlyn, muttering gently on her ear.

TF: Sorry babe, I gotta go… Please, have this.

Fate held her hand and left something there, and suddenly a flash took over the place. When she could see again he was already gone. Caitlyn looked at her hand and recognised a card on it. A white card. And there was a 'C' on it. She couldn't believe he actually tricked her to think of him as innocent. He was the robber after all. Of course… "Wait. There's something else!"

The detective rubbed her eyes a bit, then she saw. The written "Call me!" with a phone number. She awkwardly raised her brows, blushing, realising her misunderstanding. The detective kept the card, payed the check and walked away from the bar, thinking of what just happened. She took a cab home and arriving there, threw herself to bed. At the point, she wasn't thinking about work, nor the robber anymore, but one question was on her mind.

- … Should I call?