"Shawn? What the hell are you doing?!"

Uh oh. Shawn had been caught. The tell tale prickle of eyes on her told Megan that whoever that voice belong too, was trying burning holes in her back. Glaring. Blue irises shifted ever so slightly toward the corners of red eyeshadow ringed eyes, toward the man who was seated next to her. Closer than a taken man should have been. It looked like her fun was over, and she'd have to move on to some other stimulating moron. She smirked. Well, at least she had gotten free drinks out of it... "Listen, hunny...Kristen.. just calm down! It's not what you think!"

Ugh. relationships. This was why she avoided all such things like the plague. Nothing but what are you doing with that woman? and I swear I didn't know she was a guy!. Eh... wait. No, that last one was just funny, not annoying. She sighed again. "Listen, sweetie..." She spun in her chair to face the woman, a nice little innocent smile on her lips. "...He was just ch-" Kristen's clenched fist connected solidly with her left eyeball.

Megan toppled back out of her chair with an Oof, smacked into the floor and blinked in surprise up at the woman towering above her. The tallest, blonde she had ever seen, who had arms like trunks and calf muscles poking out from under her wispy, flowery skirt that could rival any body builder. She turned wide eyes on Shawn, her eyebrows vanishing under her dark bangs instantly. "Good god man, what the hell kind of women are you into?!"

The woman was a tank! She instantly knew who wore the pants in the relationship, and felt a pang of pity for Shawn the probably-abused-house husband. Kristen bent in, and Megan shot her heel clad leg out before the woman could cave her head in with those massive biceps. The point of her shoe caught her under the chin, knocking her head back. Kristen stumbled. Megan jumped to her feet, and snatched up a metal serving tray from atop the bar. She swung straight for the blondes curly mop of hair.

...it dented upon impact and steroid enhanced Lady bull turned furious eyes on her. "..Oh... Sh*t."

Vicente, sitting at the end of the bar, remained exceedingly quiet as sat there, drinking his Corona and popping a few peanuts in his mouth. The tall, muscular, older man was dressed in loose fitting jeans and a black tank top that revealed the numerous tattoos he had on his body. He was practically a living graffiti wall. But even as the older man reached up and smoothed his heavy black mustache, his biceps flexed as he reached back to knocked his ponytail away from an itchy spot on the back of his neck. This was obviously a man not to be bothered; and with very good reason…

…he was a killer. And right now, he was on the job.

He still had time before he had to leave to finish tracking down his latest target. The man, by the name of Boyer, frequented a strip club across the street but it was extremely exclusive. He could have found a way in if he had the time, but the man would be living the country early in the morning. Because of that he needed to be killed now. Thankfully the assassin had been tracking him fairly often so he knew his patterns. He knew that it would at least be another hour or two before he left that club. That meant he could enjoy a beer or two…

…and of course partake of the entertainment that this bar had to offer him.

He heard the shouting, the angry accusations and Vicente turned to cast an eye as to what was going to happen. He was not the target, he knew that, but if danger made its way towards him, he did not want to have to defend himself so publicly. After all, he was still trying to keep a low profile and having to dodge the cops from here would throw a wrench in his plans.

But still…it was all too much fun to watch…

The smaller woman was a scrapper but she was obviously dealing with what Vicente could only assume was a female bodybuilder. She could easily snap the dark headed girl in half. Well, as much fun as that would be…it could still be more interesting. He leaned to the side of the bit as the girl was suddenly watched her bend a tray around the woman’s head.

>> "Good god man, what the hell kind of women are you into?! Oh... Sh*t."[/color]

Vicente laughed heartily and watched her back up. As she did, he leaned over and whispered as quickly as he could. Time to make this more interesting…

“Fake left, then drive your heel into her right kneecap. It’ll snap like a twig. Trust me,” he whispered into her ear as she passed by. Once his message was delivered he went back to his beer and cheered them on.

Kristen drew herself up like a puffer fish, all anger and muscle, and Megan quickly retreated a few steps. Getting smeared into the floor had not been in her plans for the evening, but somehow it had managed to sneak in. Right in between pleasant intoxication, and passing out on Gawain's bed when she got home. She drew her lips into a tight line, and lobbed the bent tray at the woman's head. So much for fun...

A moment later, she smelled beer laden breath and felt the tickle of someones whisper on her ear. Fake left? What the hell did that mean? Send her heel into the woman's kneecap?... oh, she could do that. With pleasure. Dragging up all of the knowledge she had from boredly flipping past boxing shows on Tv she formed a little plan in her head, and grinned. One hand raked through her hair as Kristen advanced, snatching up an unsuspecting widow from its nap in her dark locks, and she lobbed it at the woman.

Too bad spiders didn't fly straight.

Wiggling eight legs wildly, the spider flew over the blondes shoulder, smacking squarely into Shawn's face. The man screamed and flailed, tipping back off his stool. She heard the soft chanting of bite! bite! bite! bite! bite! echo in her head as the arachnid joyfully sank his fangs into Shawn's nose, cheek, and bottom lip multiple times- before being squished unceremoniously. Ordinarily, she would have laughed at such a thing... but the angry woman didn't seemed phased by her husbands dire perdicament. Not even a little. 'Yep, definitely a man beater.' Dodging to the left from another angry punch, Megan sent her heel rocketing out toward Kristen's right kneecap.

Kristen turned, caught her heel between her legs and grinned at the dark haired woman. Megan winced. Oooh boy. One hand wrapped around her left arm, and another at her hip and Rova was lifted off the floor like a graceful, squirming ballerina. Deja vu hit her briefly, the 'Oh hey, i've done this before' kind, as she was none to gently thrown a good distance away into a table... but not before she latched onto Kristen's lacy tank top with both hands.

RIIIIP! "Sonofa B-!"

The two men occupying said table caught Megan unwillingly, sending playing cards and drinks flying as she toppled the table and sent them all crashing to the ground. She grinned impishly at one man, while pushing herself up. "...my hero~" She snatched a few more spiders from her hair and stood, letting them cling to her arm until she needed them, and smirked at a now shirtless Kristen. "Looks like all that working out left you rather lacking in some areas, didn't it?" A stool flew her way, and she ducked back behind her upturned table for cover. Shawn clawed at the nearest leg to him, completely ignored while there was a cat fight going on. His throat was closing up...

>> "...my hero~…Looks like all that working out left you rather lacking in some areas, didn't it?"[/i]

Vicente had to grin as he watched the little scrapper attempt to take down that behemoth of a woman. She tried to kick out her kneecap like he had suggested but the words apparently were harder to follow than he thought. She tried to kick her, but instead of connecting with her knee, the woman actually caught her leg and had thrown her off balance. That large woman was a bit more of a fighter than he had figured. Maybe she was really man…

…

…

…sure looked like one.

Vicente shrugged and was about to turn back to his beer when he spied that the brunette…actually had spiders all up and down her arm. For a second Vicente really had no idea how she was achieving or why she was so calm. Most of the women he had run into were terrified of spiders. It seemed to be a gender-phobia apparently. But this woman did not seem to mind them in the least. Whatever the reason was for that the old assassin had to nod a bit respectfully.

Then again, she could have simply been a mutant and maybe spiders somehow went along with her powers. If that were the case, well, then that was just plain useless. What good were spiders except to be pests? It was like having the ability to summon flies and roaches at will. There was no usefulness to it.

A glance back and he snatched up his bottle of beer and watched as the fight went on. The brunette was cornered now behind a fallen table and the other was beginning to advance. This was one-sided fight, at least in his opinion. The brunette didn’t have the speed or the ingenuity to take on the walking bundle of female muscles. Ah well, it was a waste considering she was pretty attractive, but if she couldn’t defend herself then there was no need for her in the world. Turning back to his beef, he took another long sip when he suddenly felt something clawing at his leg.

A glance down and he spied a man, clutching his throat, looking as if he was going to die at any second. His eyes bulging out of his head as he looked so pleadingly at the tall assassin, there was a desperation in his slowly turn blue lips which made him look so…pathetic.

Vicente turned away and continued his drink.

Another stool connected solidly with her table shield, and her human landing mats scrambled away from the fight. Hmph. Men. No one had any chivalry anymore. "I'd throw my heel at you, but you're not worth having to buy new ones!"" She peeked above the table, and a beer bottle went rocketing past her head. Kristen was running out of things to throw, however, so she simply started to advance. The bartender, who had apparently had enough, decided that it was high time the fight end and his bar go back to normal. "Hey! Knock it off you two, or I'll call the cops!" Kristen growled something at him, flexing muscles that shouldn't have existed on a woman, and turned to get her husband to handle things.

"Shawn, get off the floor and stop acting like a baby!" God, sometimes she wondered why she had ever agreed to marry that man..

Megan glanced up over her table, eyeballing the woman before hefting an empty glass at her head. It connected solidly, creating a nice gash, but seemed to do nothing more than annoy the woman. The spider queen winced. "Jesus christ.. she's more steroid than woman." Keeping that in mind, she began stockpiling as much web as she could make in her mouth. A messy line of thread, and furrowed her brows. Why did she always have to run into these types of people? Why couldn't she get into a fight with a girl scout or something?! With a silent command, she ordered her spiders the ready to go on the defensive and pulled her arm back. She flung two spiders over her table at Kristen, one eye squinted shut and her tongue pressed against her teeth in concentration.

"B*tch, I'm going to break you in hal-"

One flustered spider bounced off her cheek, and another landed snugly on her tongue. Before she could cough, sputter, or spit it out it made a beeline for the back of her throat and went on a biting spree down the back of her throat. It would die, suffocated by saliva and swelling tissue, but it would at least die a hero! The woman choked, one hand automatically going to her neck while the other caught flew to the bar counter to catch herself as she stumbled back. Megan took that as her chance to move, and after withdrawing the length of web from her mouth she threw the sticky end at the woman's feet. It connected to her right foot, sticking like glue, and Megan jerked the thread rope back with all her might. Kristen dropped like Goliath, her throat already closing in on itself as it reacted to her spiders venom. The spider queen crowed in victory, along with a few bar goers who cheered for her, just as the Bartender slammed his rag down and reached for his phone. "That's it! I'm callin' the cops! You-" He pointed one plump finger at Megan, "-I want you out! Now!"

That wiped the smile off her face. She had just won her first fight ever and she was getting kicked out of the bar. Without a free victory drink, even! Pursing her lips, she kicked at the table and flipped the man her smiling no-no finger, before pushing her way past a slight crowd on her way out. The remaining spiders clinging to her skittered back up into her hair, and she left her makeshift rope stuck to the Kristen's foot. She had acted in self defense.... so she wasn't all to worried about being arrested. It didn't stop her from grumbling though. "Fine! But I suggest you call the paramedics first, before both them suffocate to death." She pointed to the two gasping people, then turned her nose daintily up into the air and marched out the front door with a tiny bit of a limp.

Vicente wanted to turn back and enjoy his beer in piece. After all, it was not going to be much longer before his target was going to leave the strip club across the street. He needed someplace to hole up until it was time. But this fight had apparently caused a bigger ruckus than he wanted it to. Things were getting out of hand, items were being destroyed, curses were being thrown back and forth. It was anarchy. Yet, as irritated as Vicente was that his peace was being interrupted, he really could not help but watch them.

They were such amateurs.

But it was apparent that the brunette was indeed a mutant. The spiders had to be her ability because, while she ducked and hid away from her opponent behind the table, she suddenly chucked out two black dots that went sailing through the air.

Vicente had caught sight of them. They could have been nearly invisible to anyone else, but, being a trained killer, the man knew to catch the smallest details. Sometimes the small details were what could get a man killed or keep him alive. That was why he prided himself in his ability to catch the small things that most others would miss. Still though, what effect would those little bastards have on –

The woman was down, flailing and struggling to breathe as her wide, panicked eyes caused her to look around the bar for help. Vicente made not a motion but instead watched as she keeled over, trying to force herself to breathe. Whatever those spiders did to her, it was apparent that her body was not reacting well. Her throat already looked much larger than it should, but the big finish came when suddenly a rope, maybe a web appeared from the young brunette. It held the blonde tight and was proceeded to use to trip her down.

Vicente had to smirk because…he was very wrong. If this had been a bet he would have so placed his money on the blonde. But, he did not mind being surprised every now and then.

>> "That's it! I'm callin' the cops! You--I want you out! Now!"

Dammit, Vicente grumbled in his thoughts. Cops were going to swarming. That was going to put a damper on his plans.

>> "Fine! But I suggest you call the paramedics first, before both them suffocate to death."[/color]

Vicente grumbled as he shook his head. All because the brunette had to go around and cheat with a guy who dated Sveta the Bodybuilding Wonder. Baring his teeth briefly, he tossed the money for his drinks on the counter and stormed out of the bar. On his way out, though, he “accidentally” nudged the brunette roughly for forcing him to leave the establishment much earlier than her wanted to.

Great, now where was he going to stalk out his target? He grumbled about his mentally as he forced the front door open and slipped out into the night.

Ah, god... her eye hurt. She hoped the blond woman would think twice before picking a fight with strangers again, muscles or no muscles. Primarily web slinging, spider spitting strangers... Who had great fashion sense, and were totally cool... Yeah.

...Okay, so her ego was a little bit inflated because of winning. Give her a break!

She had barely gotten to the door, fingering the area under her eye that was already bruising, when someone roughly barged into her and went strolling out the door without so much as apologizing. "hey! Not that she would have, if she were in his shoes.... but still! She charged after, brows furrowed and lips pursed, until she was also out on the sidewalk and able to fix her glare on the back of some tall guy. Some dark all over, tall guy. Like the grungy Bad ass in movies. "What's the matter mister? Not a fan of cat fights?" She kind of knew that she should keep her trap shut, but was momentarily so full of herself that she didn't really give a crap who she pissed off. That was why her tone was short and snippy, and why she crossed her arms over her chest and waited for a reply like she deserved one.

Hell, if he just kept walking, she'd follow! In fact, she didn't bother to give him the chance of cold shouldering her at all. Megan clip-clapped down the side walk stiffly, her hands tucked into her pockets, and stuck her nose up into the air as she stomped past the guy. She'd show him... by speed walking faster than him, in a direction that she didn't need to head, for god knows how long, until she proved a point that was only really important to herself.

Yeah!.... wait...

...Huh... Maybe the blondes punch had rattled her brain more than she gave it credit for. She slowed down however, when she caught sight of his face and a few little mental puzzle pieces were forced into place. Wasn't he the one who had given her advice? Yeah. ...She was fairly certain, even if that judgment was only based on patching together where she had seen him in her peripherals, and where she had been standing when he had whispered to her. Totally valid conclusion to make when you were half drunk and had been knocked silly. Her semi angry, cocky attitude deflated in an instant and she let herself drop back and to the side of him- keeping in mind the illusion of personal space.

"Oh hey...You helped me, didn't you? Why're you leaving? That d*ck only kicked me out."

Maybe he was squeamish? Didn't like blood... or man-women she beasts? Whatever the case, she couldn't help but grin. At least tagging along behind some stranger would be more entertaining than walking home by herself. She felt her children squirm in her hair at the prospect of meeting someone new, like little yappy dogs with wagging, thumping tails, and wrinkled her nose. 'Calm down! you're making my scalp itch.'

It was needless to say that Vicente was irritated. The cops were going to be showing up soon, that meant he could not kill his target where he wanted to. If the police were going to be around here then there was no way he could cleanly get his job done without drawing attention. As it was, that whole incident with that snake headed girl had garnered enough attention, definitely some he did not want. He would have to think fast if he still wanted to kill this man. He knew he had to. Come morning he would be gone from the country, leaving him to face down an angry employer.

Vicente was not pleased. If there was anything he did not like it was last minute changes to his thought out plans. It should have been simple enough to rid the world of his target in the alley behind that strip club but because of that brunette’s stupidity back into the bar, cops were going to be–

>> "Hey! What's the matter mister? Not a fan of cat fights?"

Glancing back, the old assassin spied the that he was being followed, and of course it had to be that brunette. With a roll of his eyes and a snarl on his lips he hurried his pace. He needed to get out of the area and find someplace hidden he could watch the strip club from.

But…why was she walking faster? He was about to turn back to scare her off or something when suddenly she was by his side. Eyebrow arched in surprise and irritation, he did his best to ignore her as she attempted to…do God’s knows what. Gone was the option where he would simply gut the chatterbox and toss her body in the dumpster. Again, more unwanted attention if the cops did show up. He had to focus on his target, and to do that, he needed to get rid of her.

>> "Oh hey...You helped me, didn't you? Why're you leaving? That d*ck only kicked me out."[/color]

“…*explicative deleted for content* off,” he growled as he continued to look ahead, storming and seeking someplace else he could hole up at. It was only then that he spied a small, outdoor eatery. They had tables outside that still allowed him to view the strip club. That would have to do.

Without another word said to the brunette, he continued on. If she knew what was good for her, she would turn around and leave.

Woah!

Man had a mouth on him... and he hadn't answered her question! The twenty four year old pouted, attempting to bore holes in the back of his head with her eyes. Ignore her, would he? Fine. This had just become more than a pleasant chat. Her lips set in a determined line, and she stalked along behind him, struggling to match his longer strides. She was far too stubborn to let a few menacing words deter her.

"Geez, temper much?" Her hands hooked together behind her back, and her glanced over her shoulder as sirens filled the air in the distance. Ambulances, most likely. One glance at her watch told her that they were probably going to be a little too late. Hopefully.

...she wasn't bitter. Nope, not. at. all.

Still, she kind of felt like making sure. Her hair wiggled as she ordered a spider to tumble from it, and sent it on a recon mission to head back down the block and watch to see what happened. Meanwhile, as the little black creature scrambled off into the shadows, she followed along behind tall, dark, and pissed off. He was heading for some tables it seemed... and she was more than happy to tag along. She hummed to herself, eyeballing a few scantily clad women who exited the business across the street. Hookers... she assumed. Women who got paid to flash skin and be easy. Her nose wrinkled. Sounded like a dream job, up until that last part. Plus, she didn't think she could handle being touched all the time without snapping and planting a heel in someones eye. God only knew how many germs were in that place.

Her spiderling found himself a nice corner to spy from, and radioed back to her with news. One ambulance, and one cop car. Sirens off... Apparently her fight wasn't worth a squad of armed police men. Kind of disappointing, really... but not surprising.

Someone was asking questions, but it appeared that no one was giving answers. All of the bar goers simply shrugged and stated that it was the blonde who had started the fight. Excellent. She loved it when she didn't get blamed for things... Even more so when it was actually her fault! As soon as the paramedics brought the two injured people out, her spider chattered back at her again. Both were in equally bad condition, it seemed, but not really anywhere near kicking the bucket. The Shawn was suffering from shock and a semi bad reaction to widow venom. He had passed out shortly after Megan's little victory. Kristen was in similar condition, but rather than having a bad reaction to venom she was simply suffering from multiple swollen bite wounds on the inside of her throat. Both were facts that would have bummed Megan out a little, if she had known them.

Blinking, the blued eyed spider queen listened to rambling arachnid chatter about beds with wheels, tubes in necks, and some sort of needle injection and set about deciphering the message. The wheeled bed were of course gurneys... and she figured the tubes were probably to help them breath. Incision at the collar bone, tube into the windpipe. Seemed to match up. The injections though? She didn't know. Megan assumed they were anti inflammatory drugs or pain killers. How boring...

"Huh... looks like they survived. What a shame. You don't talk much, do you?" Pursing her lips, she set about staring boredly at the back of his head again.

>> "Geez, temper much?"

Vicente didn’t hear it. Or at least he chose not to hear it. The woman was irritating beyond all belief and the only reason he mumbled anything to her while she was in battle was because he wanted to see if she knew how to follow orders and could actually fight. Apparently she didn’t. Even though she won the fight, there was no real warrior’s victory in it. The only reason she did come out victorious was because she had to use her unimpressive mutant gift to catch her victim off their guard.

Again, the man was no impressed. As a matter of fact, he was growing more and more agitated every second she stayed around him. He would be doing the world a favor if he got rid of her. Deep down, he was really starting to believe that.

But, as she finally shut her mouth, he made his way to the cheap, outdoor eatery, and stood in line and awaited his turn. The brunette was still saying nothing but he could feel her presence not far behind him. It was safe to say that she was working that last nerve the kept him from going homicidal on everyone.

Ordering a veggie sandwich, Vicente brushed past her and grabbed a seat on one of the many, cheap plastic tables of that overlooked the street. Further down he could see the flashes of the emergency lights. Looks like he left the establishment just in time. He really did not want to be pulled aside and asked any questions about who he was and why he was at that bar or even what he had seen. He was much too busy for that.

In his seat, he sighed as he shifted his gaze back towards the seedy strip club and saw that his target’s vehicle was still outside. There was still plenty of time. All he had to do was sit back, relax and–

>> "Huh... looks like they survived. What a shame. You don't talk much, do you?"[/color]

He rolled his eyes as he sighed and kept his eye on the strip club across the street. He did not even turn back to address her as he spoke.

“Listen, if you’re trying to peddle your ‘wares’ around here, I suggest you try across the street,” he grumbled as he pulled one of his larger knives from the sheath on his belt and began to clean his nails. “I’m really not interested right now. Now, as I said before…*explicative deleted!!*…Off.”

Ooh, jab at her being easy. Ouch. "Sir, you wound me." She rolled her eyes and plopped down in a seat at the next table over, folding her arms across the back of the chair. "Can you really be angry at someone for being friendly?" She knew the answer to that, but asked it all the same.

And giggled while she was at it. He could grump and insult her all he wanted, but now he had her attention and she wasn't going away. The attitude did make it awful hard to play the cheerful part, though. The smile dropped from her lips, and she opted for adopting a rather bored frown, while she drummed her fingers on the back of the chair. ".. and no. I am not going to *#%& off, nor will I be going into that germ ridden shame factory. This is a free world, and i'm allowed to wander around where I want. Maybe I just so happen to want to sit here. Right here, and stare at you while you eat." She could also openly stare at the man seated two tables away, who apparently thought that he should be allowed to wear tube socks under sandals and tacky Hawaiian shirts with an even tackier fanny pack around his waist in the middle June. It was wrong. Just... so wrong, on so many levels.

"If you don't want people to bug you, you shouldn't barge past them in doorways." Especially her. She had way too much free time, and was actually starting to like the one person she had expended it all on before. Stupid maya... having to be so damn likable. "And besides...It's much more fun for me to sit here and wait for that vein on your forehead to rupture like a little volcano, anyway."

Vicente had done his best. He really did. He needed to concentrate on his target ahead and the last thing he needed was to have this brunette tagging along and getting in his way. She was a lousy fighter and she had a grating voice. The man wanted nothing more than to simply end her misery on this world by ending her life. It would be a mercy killing and he was all for that. But there were still too many people around and he needed to get his target taken care of first. The target was his priority.

>> "Sir, you wound me…”[/i]

Why was she sitting in front of him!? The old assassin snarled as he watched her take a seat and lounge back as if she were doing absolutely nothing wrong.

>> “Can you really be angry at someone for being friendly? And no. I am not going to *#%& off, nor will I be going into that germ ridden shame factory. This is a free world, and i'm allowed to wander around where I want. Maybe I just so happen to want to sit here. Right here, and stare at you while you eat."

Vicente had to add “irritating voice” to that list of qualities that deemed her ready to be taken off this world. The woman was stubborn and as much as Vicente enjoyed toying with a stubborn woman he simply did not have the time today.

A waitress brought over his veggie sandwich and Vicente lounged back in his chair as he stared back at frustrating woman. That twinkle in her blue eyes, the smirk on her face, all it made him want to clock her. She reminded him too much of a girl he knew when he was young. The irritating woman who’s blood he had splattered when she had attempted to get too close to him; asked too many questions about his work; the cat who got too curious.

Silently he toyed with the knife in his hands as he watched his sandwich and listened to her talk again…

>> "If you don't want people to bug you, you shouldn't barge past them in doorways… besides... It's much more fun for me to sit here and wait for that vein on your forehead to rupture like a little volcano, anyway."

The swipe of his arm was fast, faster than most could have seen it. To most people it probably looked as if the man were simply batting away an annoying fly, stray wisp of hair before he settled back down into stillness. But that was not the case here. Instead his arm flew out, fast, practically a blur, and was followed by the oddest of sounds…

WhirlWhirlWhirlWhilr[/b]

THUNK!!

Vicente turned just enough to look at her out of the corner of his eye. The knife he had been twirling between his fingers was now embedded into the back of the wooden chair Megan sat, dangerously close to her neck. A small snarl on his face he turned back to his food but continued to address her.

“Next time, I’m not going to miss,” he whispered as he took a bite from his veggie sandwich. “Now leave, before I really get irritated.”

A whirl, a thunk. Megan blinked. She missed it.

But, there was now a shiny knife lodged into her chair. Her nose wrinkled accordingly. It had happened to fast for her to flinch, and now that it was embedded in the wood she sure as hell wasn't going to. Her expression shifted to match her annoyance, and she plucked the knife out of the wood.

Boy, had it gone in deep. "Fine, fine. Enjoy your sandwich in solitude." Standing, she blinked down at him, then at the knife. "... I'll leave, but... i'm taking this with me!" She waggled the blade in the air, as if to emphasize her point, then turned on her heel and clip-clopped away.

"Ta-ta, Mr. Grumpy pants."

Though she doubted anyone else would be as fun to prod at, getting a knife chucked at you changed the situation a little. It was only fun until someone got hurt... and she would rather that someone not be her.