Duck Lake girl i don't play

@Zephyr sorry if this whole thread is rusty since idk how to write him yet. LOL

Lacoste stood in unfamiliar land, as he often had in the past many months. After time each place blurred together until none could be told apart, and so this lake, this valley, gave him a sort of devaju. As if he'd seen the same scene over and over again, playing in his head like a broken record. He was used to it though, and he'd found the lifestyle to suit him well. Stay too long in one place and you make enemies; build a club of heartbroken women in any land and it was time to move on. 

Stopping at the water's edge, he leans down, sniffs, takes a sip. Cold as fuck and not especially satisfying, but water was water, so he took plenty of greedy gulps before finally pulling his head away, licking his lips. Silver eyes boredly scanned the empty landscape as if looking for entertainment, or anything that was even a smidgen beyond totally mundane.