Lucy-fer

“Ill do my best not to.” He chuckled and looked at her arms. “I think a hot shower could ease the muscle tension and you should be ok.” Noah said with a nod. “But I’ll prescribe you some muscle rub for any pains in the arms.”

“Thanks, doc. Wouldn’t know what to do without you.” She grins at him.

“I would never. It’s like you don’t even know me anymore, Lucy!”

“Well, you can change your mind. Your body could have been taken over by aliens, I don’t know.”

“Im getting changed.” He huffed an d slipped on a clean shirt. “No you are not having a heart attack let me see.” He looked at her arms and then back up at her. “Are you into sports like swimming or recreational games? Baseball? things where you use both hands? coz Im thinking its just strain although it could be stress if its in your shoulders.”

“Uh, well I recently went paint balling. I don’t really do any sports except the machines at the gym and that’s it...” She purses her lips, “Just don’t prescribe me that drug that Prince got hooked on.”

Davis wasn’t sure how he had gotten wrangled into paintball - one second he was drinking, and then next he was taking up a challenge, and now, here he was. But Lucy was very much mistaken if she thought she had backed him into a corner. “Oh, we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?” 

Lucy raises her brow at Davis. “I suppose we will.” She looked around at some other players slowly approaching. She fires a few rounds towards Davis and the other members playing paintball and flee’s. “If you want it come and get it.. nananana...” she laughs as she waves her captured flags in the air to taunt Davis.

“If there is only two of us… whoever wins has to buy the loser a burger… because clearly they had to turn against their truce.” 

“Alright. Fine. Either way I’ll end up with a burger, either you getting it for me or me getting one for you, there fore getting me one as well.” She smiles. “Let’s do it.”

“I never said I was quitting. Catch me if you can is all I said.”

"You made it sound like you were!”

“Damn it” She utters under her breath... Rhys was gone from her sight. She creeps around the corner trying to find him.

“That would be adorable! You can never go wrong with Star Wars.”

“oh oh! And cute little Storm Troopers. It’ll be awesome.”

“I can’t help it!” she yells, “It’s a thing! Girls who kick my ass turn me on! But on that note-” Temple aims, shoots, and misses horrendously. Instantly, hands go up. “I surrender?”

Lucy laughs and shakes her head, “You perv.” She looks over at temple, her gun not leaving her arms, “I don’t know if I believe you.”

“I’m not. It’s called being strategic.”

“I mean if you want to quit, I guess, But then we can’t be friends because I can’t be friends with a quitter.” 

She laughs. “Muhahha.” Her voice echos through the paintball building, hidden from Rhys. “Am I, though?” 

“An excellent point… but if we work together, we’ll get more flags faster.” He suggested, nodding eagerly when she asked if she could trust him. “I swear on my brother you can trust me.”

“Hmm...” Lucy shrugs her shoulders, she’s got nothing to lose, then she nods. “Fine. I guess we can do that. It doesn’t sound like a bad plan... but what happens when it’s only the two of us?”

Max glanced down at his watch with an almost confused expression crossing his face. “–it’s three in the afternoon.. are you drunk?”

“Uh.. No. It’s not 3....” She looks at her phone in her hands. “Oh.. damn. Could’ve sworn it was 6.... It’s happy hour somewhere.”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’ll just eat around it.”

“You can have some of mine if you really want.”