“What’s it to ya?” Locke said with a grin. His lip was split, cheek swollen, likely the precursor to a black eye. “You didn’t piss off the same guy I did?”
Normally, he’d be more concerned about a woman that looked like she’d been through the ringer. But she looked like she was way past the point of feeling no pain. If he lit a match within five feet of her head, it would set the whole place on fire.
Hopping up onto the stool with a grunt, he sighed. “This one’s on me,” he said, slapping a bill down onto the bar. That got him a second shot glass, which he summarily ignored and just drank straight from the bottle.
“This’s a bar, by the way,” he laughed, pointing at her e-cigarette. “You can actually smoke the real deal in here.” With a wink, he produced his cigarette case and pulled one out with his lips. “Then you can do fancy Zippo tricks.” Which he did, flipping the silver lighter between two fingers before taking a long drag. “Aaaah. There we go. The best shit for a headache.”
Well, at least the liquor cloud surrounding his companion didn’t combust.
“If we pissed off the same people, I think we’d have met before. Nothing like a scuffle among old friends. ”
Rather than straight away let on what she had done to get her ass beat, she answered the taunt about her little electric delivery system. The little light stayed lit for longer that it seemed possible, and a startlingly large cloud, wafted to the left of his head. The area around the table now reeked of strawberry.
“Try and do that with yours.” Rikku snickered gently, still amused with the little agility stunt. She could still be impressed. At least he could handle his booze. If him taking a pull straight from the bottle was any indicator. His assumptions about her being past feeling her pain were correct though. Which was just as well. Rikku circled her wrist, and it cricked every 15 degrees of motion.
“See if they get pissy with me for correcting their orders again... “
The smile on her face said that great age old line for her. You should see the other guy. Her forearms and head rested on the table, eyeing up her new drinking buddy, the ends of the microbraids falling forward over her eyes.
“Sooo, Do I get a name, or do I gotta give you mine first?” It was a polite inquiry, a gentle effort to start conversation.
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theartofmadeline
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