Irish Luck

Casey had been out all night which wasn’t something extremely uncommon when he came tiredly stumbling into the Excalibur headquarters. It had been a rather nice night with a very beautiful woman. He knew they both had a lot of fun. Vanessa was certainly someone to remember.

His walk back had been another story though. He had tripped and fallen flat on his face not once but three times something that never happened to him. But even more weird was that just outside of the Headquarters he twisted his ankle on a step. With his lucky none of that should have happened to him especially not twisting his ankle not like he had.

All of that put together made it seem like something was effect his luck or he had lost it or something. But as far as he knew that shouldn’t be possible, there was only one time he could think of that his mother had lost her luck. That had been when she was first pregnant with him and her luck had transferred to him but she had gotten it back.

It was then it hit him. Feck, I’m going to be a dad. He couldn’t confirm it or anything but it seemed very likely given what was going on. He also was fairly certain given last night how that had happened.  He really should figure out a way to stay in contact with her just in case he was right though all he really knew about her that could help was her first name.

He probably should the rest of Excalibur about his lack of luck. He would keep his thought on why to himself at least until he could confirm it.