Cracked the crown to pluck the pearl, Mero, Lucas

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i462.photobucket.com/albums/qq345/originalscenesta/black_.jpg) ] cracked the crown to pluck the pearl It's just the way that we're diseased It's the blade that stains us. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - There came a time in everyone's life where they had to make a decision as to whether they were happy with where they were, or whether they were not. Then, they had to make the decision to either stay miserable, or do something about it. Mila had opted to take the latter option. After two years of traveling with Lucas North and experiencing the best that he could offer, she realized that the life they led was not the life for her. Not the life of being a Raider. In fact, she excelled at that. But, she was not one to be on the peripheral. That was why she had left, and had spent the past week in the company of Mero. Most of it had been spent in his bed. Mila had quite a few demons to exorcise, and it seemed as though the only way to do that was to lay with him, over and over again. It was strange to think that only a week ago, she had let the ice demeanor crack, if only for a few moments. It was foolish. And as Lucas had said, "Why bother showing anyone anything if you don't expect it to be thrown back in your face?" Well, she made a foolish mistake. A mistake that she had told herself that she would never make. She watched as a few zombies crested over the horizon. A bit of a pout came to her lips as she lined up the shot. With ease, she took him out. "And what's the count now, Mero?" she grinned, taking the moment to reload. "What to nothing?" There was a fondness between the two of them, even though Mila wouldn't make it openly known. For the most part, he was just a good time between the sheets, and a similarly minded intellectual to converse with when the mood struck her. But, one thing was for certain. She wasn't about to be made an ass out of around him, and most definitely wasn't about to start letting down the walls that she built up around herself. After her gun was loaded, she moved over toward Mero, a smile on her full lips. "If this is your way of attempting to woo me into your bed, consider it a done deal. This is the best date I've ever been on." she smirked, an eyebrow arching. Mila's accent only tended to sneak out when she was fully trying to seduce someone. At the moment, she considered this harmless fun. TAGGING, MERO, THE FRIEND WITH BENEFITS, LUCAS, WHO LOST HIS CHANCE. 421. OUTFIT.

[Merovingian King Pryce]

The life of a Raider involved things that most wouldn't have been accustomed to. With the wayward, almost nomadic way of living, the yearning for non-infected flesh, the subtle decadence of sin and alcohol, and all things of the like. But it was funny – everything just so happened to change around him, and yet, he himself remained relatively static. His previous way of living had managed to carry over to the here and now. Merovingian was a student of the art of assassination, and killing, and made it a habit to continue to hone his abilities, as well as stock up on as many weapons as he could. Coming from a rather wealthy background, one that routinely funded you with martial arts, combat training, and international exploration. You could say that it was all he knew.

Most of his days, he spent with flimsy company – no one that stayed around for very long, either because they died after an attack, or because they were total bores to the ear. Women came and went as well, and his firmly noncommitting stance wouldn't allow him to keep one of them for himself, to love and cherish for all of that nonsense. A wanderer such as him wouldn't have been able to remain faithful, no matter if he wanted it or not. Besides, the life was much too alluring for him to merely give it away from matrimony, especially since the place was ravaged enough not to have such institutions. Fortunately for him, he rose up the ranks since this so-called 'apocalypse', as people had turned it, to the point of being a very well respected Raider within the branded society that seemed more vigilant and alert than ever.

And vigilant was exactly what he was supposed to have been. Had it not for the looks and company of Mila Eppolito. The sassy and curvaceous woman spending a little time with him, more specifically, an entire week's worth. Mostly having it spent in the confines of her bedroom, or his bedroom – hell, or anywhere he could get his hands on her. Right now though, sex didn't play a part, as the whirring of bullets and the reloading of guns took precedence, letting out a soft chuckle with her joke, while placing another 'zombie' to rest.

"You're getting easy shots, love." Another staccato of bullets razed through the field in an endless display of sheer and subtle hatred for these damned post-apocalyptic creatures. He smirked, unloading the empty cartridge into the earthen ground, before slipping another into the bottom of the M-16, ready for another horizontal rain of hollow bullets meant to exact some sort of personal vengeance toward these very creatures spawned from nature's toxins. "I would've considered a private date with wine and such to woo you into bed -- but this was a little more...less cheesy." Not that someone like Merovingian wasn't above that – he could easily go the incredibly charming route to a woman's pants, among other things. But this just felt so much better.

[Lucas Karl North]

If he could've chosen a better day for him to be a complete asshole, Lucas knew it would've been one day well into the future. Hell, he knew the rest of the group would've agreed because the last few days they'd had? Would've been far better had they had Mila in the group during their raids. In fact, just having her around picking up intel and helping push wares would've been awesome. Instead he had to rely on Melody to pick up the whole "abuse the fact guys want to screw me for information" tactic and Alek to step us as his right hand man. It was weird and the dynamics were off. Mila had to come back. Moreover he was tired of the knowing looks Melody would give him on a daily basis. Yeah, so he'd pushed everything too far back at Kill it and Grill it that day. Sue him! It was in his nature to play the leader and dominant role and Mila had stepped out of line. That didn't mean he had to kiss her for doing it but..well, that was more for himself than being a leader. Either way, even though he felt completely justified in what he'd done, he had to drag her back into their little group. Perhaps not quite as literally as it sounded but he wasn't beneath that option if worst came to worst.

Pulling their rig into Hamburg, he parked it up and checked the clip from the gun holstered to his leg. Half empty. Probably would've helped if they hadn't just gotten there from a full on zombie slaughter session, the blood splattered on his clothes perhaps the biggest give away, but at that point in time he didn't honestly care that much. He wasn't gonna pretty himself up just for something that was no doubt going to get ugly anyway. Plus it made him look badass. Tossing the keys to Alek he gave the stockier man a knowing nod, ignoring the sour look from Melody as he did so. "Don't even think about pulling shit like this just for attention either. I know your game." His comment provoked a huff of indignation from her but he knew she'd been thinking it. Melody was probably the biggest attention whore of them all and he'd be fucked if he was going through all of this trouble a second time. It had cost him too much already just to find out where in the hell Mila had been hiding for the past week and it was a price that Melody sure as shit wasn't worth.

Hoping that the information he'd bought wasn't wrong, because he didn't really want to have to drive their asses back to Rustboro just to kick the crap out of his informant, Lucas' gaze fell in the direction of the junkyard. Well, it was now or never. Not one to rush, his pace was more of a lazy walk than anything, and he paused at the gates where he took a quick sweep of the area. It didn't take long to spot them since they were practically the only ones there, but he was fortunate that the location they'd picked meant he could appear behind them without being noticed. So that's exactly what he did. The pair, as he got closer, seemed to be having a great time and that's probably one of the reasons he started to feel the annoyance in his chest build up.

"Well now, doesn't this look cozy." A sarcastic smirk pasted across his face when he spoke, doing so just before he really reached them so they wouldn't get too much of a shock and open fire on him. Up until that point he'd mostly been focused on Mila, but he chose to take a moment to assess her new "friend" too. The guy seemed pretty lean, clearly a raider by the looks of him, but nothing special. In fact, he looked a little pretty in all honesty and it was slightly disconcerting. Putting on a slightly concerned look, he leaned over to the other male slightly before he made his next comment, "I'm sure you get this a lot but..you have such delicate features for a Raider." Another smirk touched his lips then and yes, he embraced the asshole attitude he was taking with open arms. This new pretty boy was no friend of his, raider or not, because he'd been keeping Mila from him for a whole damn week. 'Bad move, sunshine.'

Words: eh.
Tags: Mero/Mila
Outfit: eh.
Notes: rawrrr

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i462.photobucket.com/albums/qq345/originalscenesta/black_.jpg) ] cracked the crown to pluck the pearl It's just the way that we're diseased It's the blade that stains us. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mila made an indignant, yet sarcastic noise at Mero's comment. "Pfft..." she smirked, lining up another shot, shooting a zombie dead between the eyes. "Easy shot? I've been getting head shots this entire time. What are you, sitting on your trigger finger or something?" she teased, casting him a sidelong glance before lining up another shot. In all honesty, she was having a rather good time. Away from the stresses of knowing that she had a weakness... Away from that twat Melody. The only person (other than Lucas) that she might miss would be Alek. But, how could someone not miss him? He was almost like a horny puppy that followed her around. A wry laugh escaped her lips as Mero made his comment about wooing her. She took a deep breath, remaining all but silent as she narrowed her eyes, sizing up her target. Her trigger finger pressed down as she exhaled, gaining her yet another head shot. Thank you police academy, she thought, as she fixed Mero with her honey brown eyes. A sultry smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she let her gaze move over his frame. He was far too good looking for his own good; the problem was, that he knew it as well. "Oh, Mero..." she swooned, her full lips forming a pout. "I dare say that you have me wanting with your thoughtful gesture..." Her voice was a lovely, bar room alto, fit only for a woman with curves such as the ones that she possessed. Mila knew how to use everything that she had to her advantage, from the subtle bat of her eyelashes, to a gentle caress. In truth, she was willing to use all of the tricks on Mero. He was quite the satisfying lover; and to make it all even better? She could stomach his presence for more than five minutes. Had she been paying better attention, she might have heard the footsteps coming from behind them. But, she was too busy being a bit ga-ga over her new companion. But, she did not flinch when she heard Lucas' voice. In fact, the reaction that he received was more like a sigh than anything. She turned around, her arms folded across her chest, her lips pursed and eyes narrowed. It was almost as though she had tasted something sour, the moment she had laid eyes on him. Needless to say, it wasn't too far from the truth. "Lucas..." she said, a warning tone to her voice. It was then that he decided that he would try to make a mockery of Mero. She resisted the urge to sigh. Those two would have at it then. If it wasn't her place to get involved, then she'd stay out of it. It was a typical Raider mentality... But Mila would never admit that she didn't want to choose between what was good for her, and what she wanted. TAGGING, MERO, THE FRIEND WITH BENEFITS, LUCAS, WHO LOST HIS CHANCE. 490. OUTFIT.

[Merovingian King Pryce]

[/color] Oh, the girl was salacious, without a doubt, and a woman like that could always give you problems. While the two of them were amiable, and very much alike, they had to be on constant guard, just to make sure feelings wouldn't arise from their usually pleasurable and no strings attached experiences. Oh, if he wasn't looking to mind his own behavior, she'd be face down, ass up by now. But in the heat of gunfire, you didn't want o try to make a move with a dangerous woman holding a dangerous weapon.

Before his enjoyment could come at another price of a zombie, someone else altogether came into the fold of their somewhat private excursion. Though he hadn't yet turned to see who this intruder was, a part of him garnered that it would be an interesting night with the tone of his voice. Already the macho-bravado attitude had administered a slight smirk on his face. The typical and traditional "Grab-your-sack-and-fight" mentality brooding from the third party seemed to ignite a sense of overwhelming sarcasm, most pronounced by s soft chuckle from his lips. Slowly, he turned around to view the man in question. Nothing impressive. Hell, he'd look a little more impressive with a gunshot hole between the eyes and a knife slicing his throat, but that was the subtle sadist in him.

The guy made notions that he knew Mila, and perhaps one could construe the situation as it being more complex than your average encounter. Dare he say, someone that could very well be an object of romantic interest in Mila. "I apologize if I care a little more about my hygiene than you would." Slowly, he lowered the sniper rifle down to the jagged rocks in front of him, further examining the man and looking to place any indication of his connection to Mila, hoping it not as obvious as it looked.

""Besides, not like you couldn't use more delicacy in your own features. Might want to look less like an ape and more like a human being." A careless expression fell over his face, one that bordered neither anger nor arrogance toward the grudging foe, but mere apathy. His time for the here and now was squarely devoted to Mila and nothing else; he wouldn't divulge the attention nor the waste of a facial expression on this guy. "Please tell me you didn't make this guy fall in love with you. He looks like a jealous boyfriend. Or it could just be those not-so-delicate features that's giving him such a wrinkly demeanor."[/ul][/size]

[Lucas Karl North]

He knew the look she was giving him. It couldn't have been more obvious that she'd rather have his head impaled on a stick than have him stood there in front of her, but truthfully? Lucas didn't care. He'd officially grown tired of her games and enough was certainly enough. She'd had her fun and now it as about time she come back and be where she belonged. He knew the other two were...well, missing her company to put it bluntly. But obviously it was up to him, as their leader, to get her back. Brilliant.

The warning tone in her voice had fallen on deaf ears too. Lucas wasn't the type of man who could ever really be commanded by a woman, no matter how beautiful she may have been, and so the typical male mentality of wanting to be "alpha male" came shining through. Not that he really saw much competition in Mero though; the guy seriously looked like a girl. What the hell was up with that? Still, he made his weak retort and Lucas' face literally deadpanned in response. If that was all he had in his arsenal of witty comebacks then he was clearly up shit creek without a paddle.

He'd been about to say something in return, probably a dry remark about it being the end of the world and that being a legitimate Raider left little time to worry about the way he looked, but pretty boy had started talking yet again. His eyebrow arched slightly and his gaze flew back to Mila, as if questioning how sane she was if she'd been hanging around such a tool. Didn't she have better taste than that? Maybe he'd misjudged her and the only reason she was pissed off with him was because he wasn't a girly guy like this douche. Maybe he shared his inner feelings and that's why she liked him so much; because he could "relate" and "sympathize" with her. HA!

"Alright, Princess. I know you like the sound of your own voice, clearly, but give it a rest before I have to make you give it a rest." Lucas drawled, obviously unimpressed by the guy and his lameness. "In fact, feel free to do us all a favour and take a long walk off a short cliff." He patted him on the shoulder then, a seemingly friendly gesture but beneath it was the threat that he would literally shove him away if he didn't haul ass. Unable to stop it, he rolled his eyes to himself as he switched his attention back to the reason he was at the scrap yard at all.

"You," He looked to Mila, "you're coming back with me. You've had your fun but enough's enough. Melody misses having another chick to talk to and I'm sick of her bitching to me and Alek."

Words: eh.
Tags: Mero/Mila
Outfit: eh.
Notes: Lucas = <3

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i462.photobucket.com/albums/qq345/originalscenesta/black_.jpg) ] cracked the crown to pluck the pearl It's just the way that we're diseased It's the blade that stains us. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I'll say." she responded, in a seductive laugh. Mero always had... well, both of their best interests in mind while they were partaking in the more carnal pleasures that the world had to offer. Never once did she find that she was dissatisfied with his performance. Then again, it seemed as though their physical relationship was more akin to a wrestling match than to a passionate evening. They were constantly trying to best each other, the quiet understanding of being equals resonated strongly between the two of them. Perhaps, that was why Mila had never truly allowed herself to feel such pleasures with Lucas. Well, beyond the whole sticky situation of having feelings. After all, if she were to allow herself to get into a physical relationship with the Raider Leader, she might find herself in a position of submission. And if the slave that was neatly tied up against the fence of the scrap yard was any indicator, Mila was not the type to submit. At all. Casting a side long glance to Mero, she drank him in. He was well kept; a clean looking man. He was completely unlike Lucas. Perhaps, that was the reason that... dare she say it, she actually found herself happy while she was with him. It was a strange word to hear applied to Mila; an even stranger word to have echoing in her thoughts. It wasn't happiness in the sense that most might think when gazing upon a man and a woman. It was a different kind of happiness. While, Mila had no doubt in her mind that if life were to be different; if things were to have been better for her, that she would have fallen in love with Mero, almost instantly, she wouldn't allow herself to feel that way now. Feelings were weaknesses, and Mero was someone that she wanted to have in her corner; not someone that she wanted to be her life partner. She was ripped away from her thoughts and good time by the voice of someone incredibly familiar. She should have known before she turned her head that she was about to face down the one man that she had ever ran away from. The tone in her voice seemed to do nothing to him; it was almost as though he was expecting that kind of reaction from her; well, Lucas wasn't a dumb man, regardless of how many times she told him otherwise. Please tell me you didn't make this guy fall in love with you. Mero said to her, the disgust clear in his voice. "Lucas North feels nothing for no one." she said, a smirk coming to her lips. "I'm a possession to him, now. Have been for the past two years and will be until he gets it through his head that I am not something to be owned." She remained comfortably beside Miro as Lucas began to speak, reaffirming to her, and to everyone that all he saw her as was an object. She wished that she could have been hurt by such a thought, but one couldn't feel pain over something they had seen coming for quite some time. You, you're coming back with me. "No." she said, folding her arms across her chest, her eyes locking on Lucas'. "I do have my own free will, regardless of what you believe, and you'd do well to remember that." She tucked her arm behind her back, concealing the pistol that she was using to pick off zombies one by one. You'd also do well to remember to not fuck with me when I have a gun in my hand... TAGGING, MERO, THE FRIEND WITH BENEFITS, LUCAS, WHO LOST HIS CHANCE. 609. OUTFIT.

[Merovingian King Pryce]

How intriguing, and he meant that in the most disappointing way possible. Putting the pieces together, a facepalm was needed to ensure the utter lack of creativity in this kind of scenario. Guy likes her enough to claim possession over her, but not do the things necessary to progress into anything more than slavery. Girl refuses, preferring a life of free will and doing whatever the fuck she wants to, guy wants none of that and wants to claim what was his own. And now, out of the blue, Mero had to play the part of half-reassuring friend, half-passionate lover, without the actual meaning of lover. As well as being an obstacle for this "strapping" guy.

Once she revealed to him the name of this intruder, a few bells rang in his head, only faintly. It was familiar, but not because he was special in any way. A Raider leader among nomads, "so impressive". Lucas represented himself, and not the Raiders in general -- first though that came to mind. And second -- the man must've clearly been on his highhorse to assume this intrusion was alright. Gotta hand it to testosterone -- some just clearly didn't deserve it. "Ah, typical 'I'm an emotionless prick because my dick's not big enough' routine. Sure know how to pick 'em, Mil." Dry sarcasm swiftly streaming through the night air, as he continued to stand there, even as Lucas tapped him gently on the shoulder with the intent that things could very well become something straight out of Planet of the Apes if he didn't back down and remain quiet. Not the least bit slighted by the man's antics, Mero kept himself calm and composed, for now taking a backseat to anything else Mila might have to say. Any idiot could see how this would play out, and knowing her, as well as himself, they'd get ugly fast.

Could've sworn they were way past the point of this being possession and it's nine-tenths of the law routine. And while the man was overall boring to the ear, the mere fact there were was tension between her and him caused a subtle stir, not of jealousy, but of disbelief. Mila was always a headstrong, sometimes volatile woman that didn't put up with anyone, and the fact that this had gone on for the better part of two years was just as shameful a part of hers as it was his. Regardless, the entire situation could be summed up in a few words. "That's cute. That almost sounded like a threat." If there was one thing right, it was that Mero clearly did love to hear the sound of his own voice when it came to his spurts of arrogant and brash bravado.

Sure, while she'd give a verbal warning for him not to fuck with her, brutes responded the only way they knew how to. Typical, machismo instincts. And in that, Mero, slipped a hand behind the back, managing to pull out his own pistol in the process. The sparks produced from the impact of the bullet hitting the ground tickled the space right next to his feet. Each shot had garnered dangerously closer to him, and all he needed to do was make the point made. Intimidation was pointless, on his part, as well as Lucas's. Guaranteed, he wouldn't 'miss' again if the guy didn't get a hint, no matter who the fuck he was. Raider leader or not. "At any rate, we're kinda saving the world here. You know, killing zombies, protecting mankind, that kind of heroic shit. So save your melodrama for Days of Our Lives, and fuck off. Thanks."

(( OOC: Didn't want to godmod or anything, but yeah. ))

[Lucas Karl North]

His dick wasn't big enough? If Lucas wanted to spare the time to literally double over laughing he would've done. Obviously the new guy thought he was clever and, to be fair, if he'd been in the playground back at school he just might've been. He sniffled and bit his lip, smirking as he nodded for a moment. "Original comeback, really, but at least I can say I have one." Honestly, trying to pull him down was pretty pointless because Lucas couldn't have given less of a flying fuck about what other people thought about him. Often that was considered one of his good points and he could tell why. It served to get under people's skins, meant he wasn't emotionally compromised and, oh yeah, gave people like Mero less to go on.

Lucas then hoped he'd get the message and just..go disappear and annoy someone else. Apparently that wasn't going to happen though and he was faced with yet another insanely lame retort. He knew he didn't have an amazing way with words himself but, come on. Really? Sighing heavily, he turned to face Mero a little more, but kept his gaze off towards something else for the moment. "Listen, if you don't stop talking I'm gonna break your legs, take your guns and leave you for zombie chow. How's that for a threat?" He asked, only then looking towards the other man. If anyone knew Lucas, they then knew that he would be all too happy to go through with what he'd proposed and he wouldn't feel guilty or regret it either. He just hoped that Mero would've known enough about his reputation to understand he was biting off more than he could chew and quit while he was... Well, just quit.

"I know that all too fucking well, Mila. This little stunt of yours is a per--" He found himself being cut off by the ringing in his ears that accompanied the sound of bullets being plugged into the floor. Intimidation was a bad fucking idea. Lucas was a stocky kind of guy and he had pure muscle in all the right places, that's why people generally didn't want to screw around with him. He was good with guns but he was great with fists. Rounding on Mero for the second time during their conversation, Lucas didn't even bother moving to retrieve his gun. "I don't really give a fuck what you think you're doing, 'cause all I see is you pissing off the wrong man." He started, his tone of voice low and giving away the fact he was bordering on being pushed too far. "You don't intimidate me, you jumped up little shit. The only reason I haven't already broken your bones yet is because it would only piss Mila off more, and that's taking a step in the wrong direction. So I suggest you put your toys away and piss off back under whatever rock she found you under."

After that little outburst he honestly tried to recollect himself and push his temper back in the box it was threatening to break out of. He didn't need this shit when all he was trying to do was bring Mila back. It was like even life knew how big of a moron he'd been and was now really testing him on his quest to fix it. It was awesome. "Mila, I know how much you hate me. I know you think I'm a dickhead and would rather me get mutilated by rabid zombies than spend any time with me ever again. I get it and yeah, you have a right to. But I think it's best if you just come back to the rig. What happened is old news, right? We can just forget it happened."

Words: eh.
Tags: Mero/Mila
Outfit: eh.
Notes: He's so rawr x3

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i462.photobucket.com/albums/qq345/originalscenesta/black_.jpg) ] cracked the crown to pluck the pearl It's just the way that we're diseased It's the blade that stains us. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Alright boys. Let's just drop trow and find a fucking measuring tape." she growled. Did they really have to get into an argument over penis sizes? Really? Out of all of the things that they could get into a confrontation about this was it? "From the sounds of both of you, I have the bigger fucking cock." She pushed her fingers through her hair, and looked to the side. This was pathetic. This whole situation was fucking pathetic. She just wished that Lucas would have left her alone and gone off with the rest of them. Seeing him now? Fighting with a man about... his cock size instead of getting her back? It hurt. She didn't want to admit it. But it hurt. Threats kept coming, and more jokes about looking like a girl, and being inadequate came flying from both of their lips. Mila, at this point, had had enough. Her knuckles were turning white as she clenched the gun behind her back. She took a more aggressive stance, planting both of her feet squarely in the dirt, as though she expected Lucas to lunge at them. Or, as if she was about to pull out a gun and take aim. But, before she had a chance to react, Mero was shooting holes into the dirt. One after the other, the shots rang clear through the night. Plumes of dust rose up around where the bullet holes entered, causing an almost Western feel. If Mila were more imaginative, she might have placed them back to the Old West... Spurs and cowboy boots... Lucas would have been chewing on a straw of hay, telling Mero that if he didn't let his woman go it would be the end of him... But such idle fancies... Fantasies, weren't where her head should be. Now that a few shots had been fired, the situation had taken a far more serious turn. It was clear that the conversation was to come to an end when Mero let out a little poetic insult. Mila was about to gather up her things and turn on her heels when Lucas spoke, directly, to her, as opposed to the other man that they shared their company with. I know you think I'm a dickhead and would rather me get mutilated by rabid zombies than spend any time with me ever again... Mila nodded and then shrugged, her face portraying just how much she did agree to that statement. But what came out of his mouth next... blew her mind. What?! She was supposed to pretend that... that situation had never happened? That they had never had the conversation that he had thrown into her face? She was supposed to pretend that she hadn't bared her heart and soul to someone, finally just looking for someone to confide in, only to have them shove all of that back at her, as though that conversation meant absolutely nothing. Sure, it meant nothing to him, but it meant something to her. Before she could stop herself, she found that she was laughing. Laughing so hard that she had to wrap her arms around her stomach, revealing the gun that she had in her hand. She laughed for a good minute, unable to stop the hysterics from pouring from her lips. Within a few moments, however, she gained her composure, and her gun was pointed directly at his face. "How dare you." it wasn't a question. "You think that you could just show up here, and drag me back like I'm some kind of insolent child?" she spat, disgust written all over her face. "You want me to forget that you feel as though you have the right to undermine me?" she laughed, once more, a mirthless laugh. "I'm not fucking going anywhere." she hissed, releasing the safety on her pistol, savoring the lovely clicking noise as she cocked the gun. "Not unless you beg." she grinned wickedly. Oh, she would have her fun if she were to go back to him. If he really wanted her, which they all knew, he didn't, he would go through with her request. She cast a sidelong glance to Mero, as though partaking in a private joke. "If you really wanted me back, Lucas... You'd admit to me, and to everyone what you won't fucking admit to yourself," she breathed, taking a step forward, her honey brown eyes narrowing to meet his. "That you just can't fucking breathe without me." There was mockery in her tone. She was goading him. TAGGING, MERO, THE FRIEND WITH BENEFITS, LUCAS, WHO LOST HIS CHANCE. 755. OUTFIT.

[Merovingian King Pryce]

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Course, as much as he would've loved to see this man on his knees, professing his want for her, it left Mero quite out of place. Like seriously, why was he here? Was it merely to provide a light and fire under the ass of this Raider? Caught up in Mila's games to get what she wanted? Quite a thing to consider. For the week they had been together, they had shared quite the lustful moments, each time in each other's bed, manes being moaned, sex positions revisited, and everything of the like. But that was pretty much it. She had a place to stay, and had him whenever she wanted, but little else. And now here this was, her wanting him to beg for her, as if the guy standing there, shooting zombies hadn't mattered all that much.

At first, it didn't hit him like it would've if he had deep feelings for her, but the fact that she was waiting for the man to do such a thing, effectively challenging him, basically impinging on their own time, it left a cruel reminder not to leave himself in the company of one person for any amount of time. Better wisdom prevailed in this instance, not looking to be made a fool in front of either of them because of their involvement with each other, and what implications that would make him as a possible fall-back guy. As if he were all that interested in such a melodramatic affair.

"But three's a crowd, so I think I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. Unlike you two, I'm actually concerned with something not as...well, dumb." A forewarning glance to Lucas, as well as a nonchalant expression directed toward Mika. It wasn't his place, and he would rather not complicate his own life by taking on another corralling series of events from people that didn't know to make up their minds. With that, he gave them a sarcastic wave, before dropping from behind the rocky barricade, venturing even further through the nadir of zombies.

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