So, hi guys. I'm baaaaaack. I apologize for the weird fornat of the ongoing chapters. I'm using my phone to type this up and the fanfiction app, although convenient, is very confusing. At least it was until I realized I didn't need a separate writing app. And I know it's been a long time coming for this story, and I do apologize for the wait. You would not believe the shit I've had going on in my life. Anyway, I don't own the source material, I don't own the chapter titles, etc.

Chapter 2: Luck Be A Lady

Raven stared down nervously at the dinner plates. The food that she had tried to make looked awful. It was a piss poor excuse at ancient Italian cuisine. The recipe for spaghetti and meatballs didn't look that complicated, but she had to make do with crappy noodles, Brahmin chunks, and something she could only describe as "thick red paste". While she had added a few different spices to liven up the blandness, Raven still worried about how it would taste. Raven set out two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. She had been told by a cook many months back that red wine had once complimented foods from "old Italy". Raven wondered where exactly "old Italy" was, but she knew it wasn't here on the American wasteland continent.

She grumbled to herself as she walked to her bedroom to try and find something nice to wear. Raven wanted something inticing and sexy, but nothing that made her look like a five cent hooker. After minutes of browsing, the courier decided on a black cocktail dress and black high heels. Black had always been her color. She took her ponytail out and began brushing her long black locks when she heard the "bing" from the elevator.

"Oh shit, he's here!" she exclaimed to herself. Quickly, she ran to the door and yelled down the hallway. "Hey babe, I'll be out in a minute! Just make yourself comfortable!"

Raven turned back to the mirror at the vanity table, sat down, and continued brushing her hair. Just as she started applying make up, she glanced at the doorway through the mirror to not see the King standing there, but a man in rags and a cloak. Without thinking, Raven grabbed her pistol shot out of the chair, immediately aiming it at him. "Who the fuck are you?!"

The man held up his hands. "Woa, easy, baby. Just chill, relax. I'm not here to fight." Raven knew exactly who he was once he spoke.

Raven put a hand to her head in exaspiration. "Jesus Christ, Benny. What in the hell are you doing here?"

Benny sighed, as if in relief. "I have a gift and a proposition, doll face. May I...reach into my pocket?"

Raven pulled back the hammer on her gun. "No, you may not."

Benny laughed. "Alright, alright. Look. Just...just check my left cloak pocket, on the inside, okay?" his hands were still raised as Raven eyed him suspiciously. He rolled his eyes. "You wanted a reason not to shoot me. I'm at your mercy here, lady."

Raven slowly walked towards him, gun still raised in alarm and doubt. She crossed the room to Benny, and without taking her eyes off him, she reached inside his cloak. Raven rummaged around, then realisation dawned on her face. Benny smiled as she took out the object to inspect it.

"The Platinum Chip," she whispered. Her eyes met Benny's. "Wait a damn minute, how did you even get in here?! Mr. House is going to know you're here!"

Benny shook his head and lowered his hands. "No, he won't. I'm in disguise, ya dig?"

Raven dramatically lowered her gun and groaned. "Yeah, because the monk look will surely fool him." When Benny made no attempt to retort, she tossed the gun onto her bed, tossed the chip back to Benny, and put her hands on her hips. "Look, I could very easily just take the chip and you to Mr. House right now. Also, my boyfriend is supposed to be here any minute for dinner...dinner THAT I MADE," she pointed to herself aggressively. "So, talk!"

Benny eyed Raven with curiosity. "A boyfriend, huh? Well, that's a shame," he chimed. "I was actually starting to dig you."

Raven made a confused face. "You tried to kill me. Twice. Excuse me if I doubt your word."

Benny laughed and took a few steps closer, invading Raven's personal space. She stepped back, but Benny kept moving in. "No, really, I'm liking this outfit on you. You really are a beautiful dame."

Raven knocked into her vanity table. While Benny stared her down, she grasped around discreetly for a weapon of some kind. As Benny leaned his head in closer, Raven brought up her knife to his throat, making him stop dead in his movements. "That's a nice compliment, but I'm taken," she made a smug face. "Now, he is going to be here any minute, so I suggest you either make yourself scarce, or I will slice your throat, here and now, without hearing your proposition."

Benny smirked, and Raven was uncomfortably aware of his good looking features. He was close enough for her to feel his body heat, and unfortunately, it was making her body react in a way that Raven definitely did not want. Benny backed off, though, and Raven was relieved. "Well, look. We can't do this here. I need you to-"

A distinct 'ahem' was heard by the door, and both Benny and Raven looked towards the door to see The King standing there. He was wearing a black tuxedo, and had a wrapped present in his hand. While he was dressed for a nice night, his face looked as if he would turn around and leave.

"Well," Benny said. "This is awkward."