"Can you believe the nerve of some people?" Grace growled angrily as they stormed out of the seedy underground bar that had been the trading point of their 'unconventionally begotten' tech.
Gaz sighed sarcastically. "Yeah, I mean, how dare they take offense to you taking hold of their shirt collar and threatening to break their neck? I mean, come on. They didn't have to throw us out like that. It was obviously playful."
Grace gave him a harsh look. "You did realise they were cheating us, right?"
"Yes, I did notice they were trying to palm us off with less than value. Didn't mean you had to try killing him."
Grace chuckled. "When did you get so pacifist? I've seen you rule in bar fights."
Gaz flexed his biceps proudly. "It's mostly my size that does it. And hauling scrounged hover scrap around all day doesn't hurt either. Anyway, that's not the point. You shouldn't be picking fights."
Grace stopped dead. She spoke coldly. "I'm hoping this is a people-shouldn't-be-picking-fights-in-general kind of thing, and not a you're-a-woman-intruding-in-a-man's-world kind of thing. I get enough of that from... Pretty much everyone I ever knew."
Gaz wore an expression like a deer in the headlights. He had to be extremely careful how he answered this, if he still wanted her to like him by the end of the conversation.
And... He was taking to long. Second by second, he could see her eyes becoming more and more alight with anger.
His eyes were drawn to her fingers, which she flexed irritably by her sides, like she had done moments before she'd grabbed the cheating buyer and dragged him towards her over the table.
The intricate rose vine tattoo that spiraled from her shoulder blades down her arms to her fingers, wrapping her arm muscles like a set of botanical veins, had never before looked so menacing.
Suddenly, he had a vision of her punching his teeth out if he didn't think of something soon.
Friends came and went very quickly for Grace. This was why.
She balled up her fists angrily, but instead of hitting him, she turned on her heel.
"Fine then." She spat, storming back to their vehicle, like a little angry storm cloud.
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Hayran Kurgu(A Lunar chronicles fanfiction) He hated her for it. He thanked her for it. She had made him a beast. And he reveled in it.
