In the point of view of Luck Gandor.

It was late that night, around ten o'clock when the door to his office finally opened. In the doorway was the woman who he had been waiting for since the moment she departed from his domain. Almost instantly he noticed that she wasn't herself. She had an unnatural sway when she strode over to his desk, and her eyes seemed more tired than usual. Her hair was no longer tied up in a ponytail, as it was evident in the frizzed and messy locks. The sleeves of her jacket were rolled up unevenly, and the collar of it uneven as well. Judging by her expression she was in a daze. She probably didn't even recall why she was here.

"You really missed out on the fun, Lucky." Her words were in a mesh, and she elongated the last one.

Joanna had practically stumbled the last few feet over to his desk and made no attempt to recover her stance when she did. Instead, she stayed there in a half-standing and half-kneeling sort of position, and used the desk as her support.

"There was this guy, who could do this craaazy trick with two cigarettes." With her so close, he could clearly smell the alcohol on her breath.

"I really don't want to hear any of that, doll face." Luck stopped her before she elaborated any further and sighed with exasperation.

"There you go calling me doll face again!" She hoisted herself up and leaned heavily on the desk as she hovered over him, "Why do you do that? I'm no doll... face doll..." Her brows furrowed with confusion at what she said.

Luck gave a slight shrug, "Just a nickname for a girl is all. But that isn't really the point here. You're drunk. Just go back to your room and get some rest."

"But I don't want to." Joanna whined.

Her eyes met his, and hers narrowed as if she were trying to find something within his. Yet all there was to his expression was weariness and an unamused frown. Luck wasn't in the mood for games, nor was he in the mood to argue with a drunk.

He was rather surprised, really. Joanna never struck him as an alcoholic. Perhaps she just didn't know any better and coincidentally ended up drunk? That seemed most likely, and he wouldn't past her if that were the case. She seemed oblivious enough to do such a thing.

Then her eyes fell to his drink, a half empty glass of ice and whiskey, and out of impulse she snatched it up and drank from it. She managed to down all the liquid in one go, and set it down triumphantly with a smug grin to match.

"I won a drinking contest," She said proudly.

Then, as if recalling something, she reached in her purse and dug through it for a moment. She then pulled out a wad of money and slammed it down on the table.

"I won all that in the contest. The most money I've earned ever."

Now less upset than he was before, Luck sorted through the crinkled up wad of bills and counted them accordingly. In total, the amount was seventeen dollars.

"That right? Well, at least you're seventeen dollars closer to freedom. If you keep bringing that much in every day, then you'll be out of here in no time." He gave a small, false smile as he tucked the money away into his pocket.

"Yeah," She said faintly, "Freedom..."

Entry no. 186

1931 January 15th

7:31 am?

Location: "New Home"

The room is spinning, and I feel sick. (see Entry no. 184) I'll be seeing my brother today. Hopefully I feel better by then. I also hope I didn't do anything stupid last night aside from a drinking game or contest or whatever it was.

Note: Never drink again.

Amount till Freedom: $225.49

A/N: Apologies for the short chapter! But, anything is better than nothing when taking a few months between chapters. Hopefully I won't be taking such a long hiatus again. I still want to finish this story, so always expect a new chapter eventually.