F U L M I N E

As someone that had been in his fair share of fights before, he knew exactly how different it was when you punch a bag and when you do it to someone’s face. But it wasn’t always that you could do the later. Not every day that he got to fight with someone, even in his job, sometimes it was pretty peaceful, and he didn’t even have to point his gun at anyone, “Are you offerig yourself?” he teased her, his tone was as playful as he could make it be at a moment like that, but his usual grin in his face when he joked, wasn’t on his lips, but there was a small smile, “I should probably let you know, that i’m really good at fighting, and I would win if we sparred together,” he didn’t know how good she was at it, so he wasn’t being serious, for all he knew, she could be better than him.

Tilting her head, she gave the idea a moments thought before breaking into a smile. She hadn’t been originally but now? His confidence, however jokingly it was meant only made her lean towards going for it. “You probably would.” She responded sarcastically. Topping off her water she slowly stood up as she motioned in a bring it on motion. “Let’s put it to the test. Winner gets...” She shrugged. “Bragging rights and whatever else.” She hadn’t thought far enough ahead, mostly just entertained by the idea of a little sparring match happening to being with. With everything else going on and the tension oh so clearly felt throughout every corner for this little town, she just wanted to have a little fun and not think so much. 

[text] Nothing.

[text] Practice patience 

“I could light myself on fire and he’d probably look the other way.” 

By this point she was a couple drinks in and had been mingling around with others but mostly taking in the sight of all the women and men within the town hall because they were all unfairly good looking. She’d be surprised if more people went home alone tonight than not, at least if things went smoothly and oh how she desperately wished for that to be the case. The worry of anything going wrong was maybe why she had immediately made a beeline for the bar when she had arrived. “Look at you.” Gesturing to his fit, arching a brow. “I’m almost attracted to you.” She teased him. “I mean, you look the part but I can see your frown lines even with that mask on.” 

“Hi beautiful.” Nat said as she came up beside Dahlia and looped her arm through hers. Her head turned from the crowd of people to her friend. “I’m going to want many drinks tonight so that means if you see me doing anything with anyone that is...” she bit her lip, looking up slightly as if she was in deep thought looking for the right word. “Questionable..then call my ass out please.” She probably wouldn’t get that messy, but something about being all dressed up this night made it feel like she had to get a little wild. Who knew, she was just hoping the enjoy herself. “Now where’s your boytoy?” 

Five minutes had gone by and there felt like there was little movement in the line that she had placed herself in to go into the restroom. Leaning against the wall, she had been wasting time on her phone minding her own business while the few others waiting ahead of her seemed to be gossiping away with each other. “Hope you’re not desperate for the bathroom ‘cause I’ve been here a couple minutes already.” Her words were aimed to the person she saw walking up to get in line out of the corner of her eye but when she turned her head and landed on who it was the small smile quickly felt and she had to resist the roll of her eyes. “Lucky me.”

The moment she spotted Leyla, she was working her way through the crowd all while making sure that her drink didn’t spill. It was a hard thing to do, heels weren’t exactly her go-to and she could probably count the amount of times she got this dressed up on one hand. She couldn’t deny she was happy with the end result but the amount of time it took her to get herself to look the way she did? She didn’t need to repeat the process for another year at least. However, she appreciated the occasion purely because she could gawk at everyone else. Right now that was aimed at Leyla. “You look so goddamn hot.” She whispered into her ear after leaning into her. Pulling back, she looked her up and down once more. “I mean, beautiful and gorgeous and all that too but so fucking hot. If cain doesn’t nicely take that dress of you-” because it would be cruel to accidentally rip something so beautiful “- by the end of the night, then I will volunteer myself.” 

His eyes went up as suddenly he saw the brush falling just a few inches away from him. He was never a big fan of painting, mostly because he was terrible at it, maybe if he actually enjoyed it, and spent some of his time, trying to improve it, training, then he would be better at it, but he was never a fan. When it came to art, he enjoyed more music, but he also wasn’t the best at actually wirting a song, singing and playing instruments, however, was a different history. He also enjoyed dancing, and could actually be really decent at it, but what he did the most was the former, dancing was close second though, “Are you saying that you do this often? How rebel of you,” he teased her, at least it wasn’t with paint in it, that could have stained his clothes, which he wouldn’t really like, “Maybe, but I can’t promise that you will get out of it without a few broken bones.”

“You know,” she shrugged. “I dabble in rebellion.” She teased in return, holding back a laugh as she stared down at him. “Hmmm.” Her eyes took in the ground around him as if she was actually debating on jumping but while it certainly wasn’t the highest billboard out there, it was too high to think of taking her own words seriously. “I use to wonder what it would be like to break a bone as a kid. Is that weird?” There was one time where she actually thought she had broken her arm but that’s what she got for skating down a hill before she had any real control. “Anyway,” sighing she swung her legs before patting the empty space beside her, making sure she her rings hit so the sound was emphasized. “You joining me or what?”