She watched his movements with quiet fascination, sheād really only ever met two spliced mercs before, but this oneā¦ he was truly a magnificent sight to behold.
Jessieās smile widened immensely, āPleasure tah meet yah Lucas-!ā she paused upon his mentioning of the marks on her neck, then let out another laugh after she felt them with her hand āBut Iām guessing the pleasure was all moine!ā. She then waved it off with a motion of her hand, āAh, but no worries!ā she grinned, āJust a few more marks to add to the olā collection!ā another laugh followed. This Aussie was just too jolly for her own damn good.
When he asked about what she was in the mood for, Jessie sat up, sitting with her legs crossed, and let out a groan of longing. āAhhhā¦ iād kill to āave some wallabyā¦! Cooked over an open fire..ā She felt her mouth begin to salivate at the thought of having some real food from the homeland, but Jessie then shrugged her shoulders and said āEh..all in all, iām really not that pickyā¦but something meaty sounds good roite about now.ā.
But before he got up, Jessie gently grabbed hold of his shoulder, prompting him to turn a little toward her. āOi, Lucasā¦!ā She pulled her left hand away from his shoulder, and awkwardly ran it through her hair, the stumps of her ring and pinky fingers not quite making it. āWhat I said beforeā¦ wasnāt really meant as a joke.ā.
The night had been a vague blur for Jessie as well, but luckily because of the Australium she kept hidden in her mouth, she rarely suffered from the painful effects of a hangover anymore. Her vivid dreams of having wrestled an unusually skilled Salty had actually been true in an sense, and she couldnāt help but feel overjoyed. Itās practically been a year since she left the WCWF, and she sorely missed the fun and thrill that the job gave her. The few mercs she had been able to challenge to a wrestling match hadnāt been much of a challenge at all, which left her feeling rather sad, and unfulfilled.
She perked up a bit as she pointed a thumb against her chest, āIāll āave yew know, yer looking at the WCWF world champion! Used to wrestle crocs for a living!ā she grinned. But her jolliness seemed to falter for a moment, āEhhā¦I sure do miss it a lot..ā she sighed, chuckling a little before looking over at him with a half-smile.
āMeeting you last noite mustĀ āave been like bloody Smissmass!ā She laughed, āAnd like a bloody idiot, I probably pestered yah for a round with me.ā she slowly shook her head, feeling a little foolish about it in retrospect. Jessie then paused a moment as she looked Lucas over again, āBut, Iād say from the way things turned out..ā a slight blush rose to her cheeks, ā Yew either won.. or we had a drawā¦ and, well -ā she began fiddling with part her long braid, ā..neitherās ever āappened before!ā. Besides Old Ankle Biter, whoās been long deadā¦no beast, nor any man alive to have challenged her in the ring, had ever been able to match her, or beat her.
If Lucas had been able to accomplish what so many others had failed to do, then he had managed to earn Jessieās respect, and her affections if he ever came seeking it again.
