The Roommate

Purple Haze

Mard came out of the bathroom and Lucy looked up, he set his phone down and sighed. "I am sorry Lucy, but I cannot take the job and in fact I may need to take on more clients."

Lucy was stunned, he had only been on the phone for maybe fifteen minutes. How did everything go wrong, then right, and now back to horrible? She patted the bed and Mard shook his head, he crossed over to the small closet and started pulling out dress slacks and a nice shirt. She moved off the bed and tried to reach for him, Mard turned his head and glared at her, it forced her to retract her hand and take a small step back.

"Mard, please, talk to me. We can figure this out."

He snorted before he turned on her, gripping her shoulders in a crushing grip. His face was contorted, "can you really? What Lucy, more false hope? More of your concern? What the fuck do you think you can do?" His voice was so deadly calm and dark Lucy swallowed hard, feeling tears fill her eyes.

He let go and took his clothing into the bathroom, slamming the door in his wake. She stood there shocked for a moment before she bolted out of the room. Lucy didn't know where to go or what to do but she thought somehow Cobra might be her only hope. She ran down the hallway, narrowly dodging Natsu and flying down the stairs.

She looked into the common room, "where's Cobra?"

"His room, think he got a new bong to try out," Bixy said, "you okay chica?" Lucy ignored the question and went straight for Cobra's room, she banged on the door and tried turning the handle until finally it pulled open.

"What the shit, Sunshine?" he said, and Lucy ran into his arms.

"It's Mard..." she said.

"Hang tight," he looked behind him, "hey, Jackal, take care of Sunshine, give her a nice hit of that Purple Haze, gotta go punch a demon."

"Yeah, no probs," the blonde hair man said as he took Lucy's hand and lead her over to one of the beanbag chairs. She plopped into it and he promptly handed her a joint. Lucy had never smoked anything before and coughed wildly at her first attempt, Jackal laughed.

It took a couple tries before Lucy finally managed to feel a buzz, she was glad that Jackal wasn't interested in trying to talk to her. Instead he was just going off about how the zombie apocalypse was going to happen because of GMOs. Lucy snorted at that and tried to explain to him how it really works and that there is no zombie gene.

They got into the topic of how "Tucker and Dale Vs. Evil" was the greatest comedy horror movie ever made because it was an exercise in well done tropes. From the direction, to the writing, and the acting was superb as a highly underrated movie. In the midst of discussing the wood chipper scene was when Cobra walked into the room, holding on to a disheveled and slightly beaten Mard.

Lucy had never seen someone looked so pissed off and worried at the same time, but that was the only way to classify the expression on the RA's face. Cobra shoved Mard into the bed and looked at Jackal, "out," he focused on Lucy as he grabbed his weed and a bong, "you fuck, you wash my sheets."

Lucy wanted to say something, but Cobra just looked at her, "oh and no girly fucking dryer sheets, unscented, please." She shut her mouth and he left the room with Jackal, while Lucy noticed she was still holding a joint. Not knowing what else to do she handed it to Mard.

How the fuck he made taking a hit off a joint look sexy was beyond her, but he did. Mard sat back and looked up at the ceiling. She waited for a few minutes as he took another hit and she saw his body soften. Mard looked at her, his eyes started to become glossy and his face looking more relaxed. She didn't know much about weed but she figured this had to be some good stuff, she was feeling pretty awesome, even if a piece of her was worried. His lips parted, "asshole says I love you."