Patricius Hermes Murphy

“That’s not good enough!” She yells despite him being closer now. “You were a complete asshole and over what? Because god forbid I kiss someone? It’s not like I’ve not spent nights watching you choose some fucking girl and make out with her wherever we are. Don’t worry about the future, Trick, I won’t dare subject you to my company again.”

“So that’s it then? You’re just a prick and I happened to be in the way?” She pushes, unsure of what she’s looking for. It’s no new thing to her, his anger, but it’s new that it was directed at her and she hates it. Hates the way it claws at her. Makes her into something weak. And for it to be for no reason at all, that just makes it worse.

“Yeah, I know you are.” She shouts back. With a deep breath she feels like she can turn. “What I don’t get is why.” Lena says with a defeated shrug, “What the fuck did I do that was so wrong to deserve this bullshit?”

That throws him, enough to make him stumble his next few steps towards her. Bringing him closer than he wanted; all he can scent is her latent anger and hurt, and it’s a strain not to wrap himself around her. 

Lena slows down when she hears him, but doesn’t turn. Refuse to when there’s no hiding the hurt. She can’t pull herself together quick enough so she’ll keep her fucking back to him and just wait for him to give up and go. “What?” She calls out angrily.

“I’m still confused. You’re not exactly a prude, so what do you care if we’re making out in front of you? You don’t get to treat me like shit and excuse it as needing to get used to this. And you’re right. You don’t get it, you never will, you never have and that’s exactly the fucking problem. Prick.” Lena grabs her jacket and tosses money down on the bar, more than ready to leave and lick her wounds in private instead of letting him continue to rub salt in them.

Lena turns, her anger doing a decent job of hiding her hurt as she glares at him. “Just what in the fuck is your problem here? No one forced you to come or to stay. Why are you acting like I’ve personally offended you somehow?” 

“Well I’ve never been his girlfriend before so I guess I just assumed incorrectly.” Lena states sharply before downing the next glass that’s placed in front of her. All she really expected to change was that presumably they’d be sleeping together and go on the occasional date. But it hardly seems like information Trick really wants. Hell, considering how annoying he is she doesn’t know why he’s still here.

“Yeah, I know.” She bites back, stinging from his tone and doing her best not to show it. “But it’s not like I expected him to act like that.” Lena wanted things to be normal. No…no she wanted them to be different…but in all these years it never had been so she just didn’t care anymore. Craig was a good guy, why not make him happy. 

Gripping her glass she drinks it all down in one go and hopes it’ll lessen the ache in her chest she feels sitting next to him. “Another.” How many will she have to drink before she can convince herself she’s happy?

Craig laughs, good natured and unaware of much else other than his happiness at being around his two favourite people. “C’mon man, I’m just excited!” Lena looks out towards the back of the bar, keeping her eyes anywhere else so she doesn’t explode. “And it was so lucky.”

“Well you’re nothing if not lucky.” Lena knows her tone is harsh. It almost always is but when she glances at him she can see it’s hurt this time. “Sor-” Her apology is cut off by his phone.

“Don’t worry, babe. But I’ve gotta go. Duty call.” When he leans in now he kisses her lips, far too deeply for the setting, and she wonders if he can tell that she’s thinking about kissing someone else. “See you both later, don’t do anything stupid!” And with that he’s out the door.

She glances at Trick, reaching out a hand to wave off some of the smoke. “You’re not a fucking dragon you know that right?” Lena questions before holding up a finger to signal the bartender she’s ready for much more vodka.

“You know you didn’t have to invite me to watch you make out, right?” He snaps back. Fangs grazing his tongue as he does, it’s way too revealing of his anger. Of emotions he isn’t suppose to have but it’s fucking hard. Watching Craig once again, be the hero. The boy wonder. It never stung, Trick never wanted to be a hero in anyone’s eyes...but he wants her.