Fight for Glory↠NaLu

Chapter 17: Hey Soul Sister

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"So baby, what's your price?"

"Well, the price for your kope is four seventy-five." Lucy cringed, quickly throwing together the drink for the creep hovering over the counter, finding an excuse to get away from his not-so-good-smelling breath.

Every once in a while, some young man would decide to flirt with her, and she'd kindly reject but they seemed to respect the manner. Most of them.

She'd even had a woman flirt with her, the brunette commenting on how big her "jugs" were, and that made her face almost rival a ripe tomato from the gardens. She remembered the woman, who might've been a couple years older than herself, was rather blunt but confident, her big brown voluptuous hair in waves past her shoulders.

"Ah, s'you're that chick, gotta give it to him cause you're fuckin' hot."

And that was exactly what the strange woman said too!

Maybe she should just become lesbian. At least they had some boundaries.

Lucy slid the coffee towards the man and took the money, taking a sharp inhale when he said, "I think you'll be paying me when I get you alone."

"Now, that ain't no way to treat a lady."

She blinked once. Twice. A third time and scrubbed at her eyes to really make sure she was seeing clearly.

There standing, with a sly smile and a demeaning stance all mighty and tall, was Bickslow.

The man cranked his neck up, seeing he was a good half foot shorter at least, his nose at Bicks' chest. With no second response, he left.

"Mahalo, he was really creeping me out, thank goodness he left."

Bickslow waved a hand. "They're just a bunch of horny dogs tryna' find any female to fuck, quite harmless."

Lucy widened her eyes. Not the words she'd expected at first.

He laughed. "So, you can thank me later because I," he paused to wink. "Am your teammate and savior. Can I get an amen?"

"You might need to ask Jesus before you can quote that."

"That's where you're wrong, because ball is life."

He was one of the biggest dorks she'd met so far.

Bickslow tapped a finger on the counter, his eyes narrowing. "And besides, I told ya I'd visit you. Let's pray that the fish haired-colored boxer doesn't see me here with you, can't give him more reasons to literally hate my fuckin' soul."

What could he mean by that? Lucy pursed her lips.

"It's not a crime to meet new people, as far as I know," Lucy said, fiddling with the messy bun on the top of her head. She sent a wink back playfully. "He hasn't stopped by yet, so I got your back."

She smiled when he cracked a toothy grin, her chest filling with a feeling, something different than when she'd first met Gray, Levy, Gajeel--

Natsu.

She felt a sense of comfort, as if she'd met her brother from another mother. It was easy to trust him. No matter what Natsu warned her about how he was a snake, she didn't see any misjudgment from his contagious remarks and quirks.

"You know, I actually wanted to ask something," Bickslow shifted his weight, on the verge on uneasiness written in his eyes. "I wanted to just talk with you, I just have this feeling like I can trust you, even if you roasted me the first time we met about not having the talent to spin a ball on my finger."