There was something incredibly satisfying about the way they all managed find success after High School, despite the horrors they were subjected to back then. Some of them, including Spencer herself, had even more trouble handed to them than Luca did. There was a sense of pride, knowing that they were able to accomplish so much, when there was someone trying to destroy them at any possible instance. That was something Luca never would have said circa tenth grade. She resented Spencer and her friends for all of the wrong reasons, but thankfully, they’ve been able to make their peace and move on. Regardless of whether she was correct or not, Luca considered them her own friends now…most of them, at least. “Fair enough,” she replied, understanding completely why Spencer of all people still wouldn’t feel completely safe in Rosewood, “I just…have to keep telling myself it’s safe here again, or else…I’ll be booking the next flight out of here, and I kind of don’t want to leave yet, surprisingly.” A sad little smile came to her face when Spencer revealed that he bailed on plans last minute. “Well, his loss is my gain,” Luca said with a simple little shrug, “I’m glad to help.” While Spencer’s eyes wandered around the Radley, Luca’s eyes lingered on her for a moment or two before looking away. “I think Ashley’s a saint for doing something with this place. Yeah, it just feels different here,” she agreed. Luca didn’t have any experience from actually staying here, but she’d visited more than a few people during their own stays back during Radley’s sanitarium days. The genuine smile on her face returned when she heard Spencer’s suggestion. “Jeez…You realize they would have to turn the High School into a liquor store?” Luca teased, laughing before she took another drink.
"That is pretty surprising. But I know what you mean. I only planned to stick around a little while, yet now here we are.” Her drink was a syrrupy, amber-colored swirl in her glass, which she held in loose, slender fingers. Her eyes moved up, taking in the lined bottles behind the bar, crawling up the wall, then moving back to Luca. Spencer might have gotten used to the Radley being a bar, but if she zoned out, it still brought her right back to her days as a mental patient. “It does feel a little different. Not the basement, though. Although I’m not supposed to have been there, but old habits die hard.” Her lips quirked higher, a tad sad, as she thought about all the things she now did as a result of having lived under A-induced torment for years. "See, that wouldn’t be the worst idea. So much has happened at that school, might as well re-purpose it and start anew in another place. All the new students just try to ask the teachers about the things that have happened with Alison, the plenty murders happening over town, all the batshit crazy that really shouldn’t be happening in such a small all-American place.” She brought her glass to her lips and drank from it deeply. “And the way we seem to be going at it with the alcohol, I think we deserve more places to get what we need.” That sure had gotten deep. She shook her head as if that could erase where her thoughts had led her and turned to face Luca more directly. “What’ve you been up to since you’ve been here? Not just all work and no play, have you?"
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