#m.event04

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"Who does that little bitch think she is? A scene like that? In front of the whole fucking town? I'll- I'm going to-" He's seething, rubbing his jaw as Hex watches him pace from her perch on top of a stack of wooden boxes. She doesn't seem particularly invested in his great betrayal, smoking and watching Mercy swear. She nudges him with the toe of her boot a moment later, nodding at a still lingering set of eyes, A subtle suggestion that her friend get his shit together. He sighs, straightens his costume, the bright yellow suit no worse for wear despite the sting in his jaw- and levels the other man with an arched brow. "You need somethin', handsome, or are you just admirin' the view?"

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"Oh- yeah sure." G's not exactly sure what's going on, as a hand settles on his upper chest, and Josie asks him to wait a moment- his eyes follow her through a throng of costumed townspeople to- the antique shop guy? He manages to find Cyan in the crowd, the man hard to miss, face painted and smoking when Josie shoves past him to get to Mercy in his Mask costume- Cyan looks to G for a moment- before half the town watches Josie cock back and smack the flirty smile off his face- albeit, momentarily.

"I mean hey, we got all night after curfew sugar, I can show you a good t-" It's not the first time his attention's been raised with a hey asshole! and it's not the first time, right after, that he's taken a stinging slap to the side of the face. It's the first time it's happened in Huntsville though- and as he snaps back into reality and fathoms exactly what happened- he scans the crowd- temper raising as he examines tens of sets of eyes on him. "You bitch." It's snarled, vitriol and anger as that careful, charismatic cover slips off for the first time in front of this many people. "Did the fucking parasite in your gut eat out your brain? I told you, I'm fucking sterile. No kids. Ever. Had the Doctor's appointment and the months of learning to live in the after to prove it. Just because you can't keep up with who you've banged doesn't make it my problem, or me your goddamn baby daddy." He levels a finger at her nose, blue eyes hot with anger. "You. Are endlessly lucky there are eyes on us right now, girl." It's hissed- it's deadly.

"Hey, dude- ease up- Josie, come on-" It's G, who after a feverish pantomime at Cyan managed to get the other man to break off from their friends- backup, if anything, because this is a new- and scary experience. "Look, dude, I'm sorry- Josie listen this is maybe not the place for this."

"Yeah, reign in your plaything, Schizo."

"Hey!- Watch your mouth, sideshow act, before I reorganize the contents of it." Cyan cuts in, before G can apologize again, the blue eyed young man now standing between Mercy on one side- and Josie and Cyan on the other. "Where do you get off, huh? Talk shit again-two of us, one of you, fuckhead."

"We can talk about this- please can we talk about this!?" He tries, a hand planted in Mercy's and Cyan's chests respectively- body placed between Josie and the scowling blonde. "Town's huge! We can all go to different sides of it! Far away from each other." His voice cracks, Cyan bristles- And Mercy puts his hands up- seemingly disengaging. "thank you."

It's after Cyan's parted, and G's relaxed somewhat, that he speaks again. "Josie. look, maybe this is like, the worst place to do this. Like, literally the worst place? Come on let's... go do something else." He offers- it's vague, but it's not exactly like he's built for conflict. "And uh... you and Mr. Wainwright can talk this out later?"

There is a two second reprieve, Mercy eyeing Josie with contempt, before his jaw sets. "If you accuse me of something this stupid again, darling. It will be your last mistake." He pats G's cheek sarcastically. "Good to know there's always going to be another patsy to fall for some nutty bitch. You two have a beautiful night."

G relaxes, swallowing tightly. "Uh. okay. next- next time you're gonna slap somebody... maybe- maybe we warn me! Ha. aha... fuck." He looks a little pale- like he's about to puke. "Are you okay?"

Josie was talking to a friend when she heard her name being called. She turned glancing back through the crowd seeing him she felt a bright smile pull at her lips. She told her friend goodbye and was met with his blue eyes giving him her full attention "Its alright! you're here now that's all the matters right?" She looked down at her own costume "thanks! but I think you got me beat!" she looked up at his make up. "The makeup looks incredible!" She narrowed her eyes at him just taking it in. Her stomach fluttered as he took her hand. Noticing that his confidence growing since the last time they had seen each other. "Clearly you're strong enough or else they wouldn't have asked" She said with a giggle when he flexed. She felt her cheeks flush at his kisses. this was so new to her but she was enjoying it. G was good for her. She was confident in that. "Fair, I think it's good I'm wearing some at least a bit less showy this year..." She said with a soft laugh. At least Lach wouldn't have to worry about her this Halloween like in previous years. She was about to answer his question with she saw something in the corner of her eye. Mercy. She hadn't seen him since the fair, since they had hooked up, she had never felt this way before. this was....a rage even she wasn't used to. What made it worse he was charming some other woman. She placed her hand on G's chest. "Hold that thought..." she said softly and before he could stop her she stomped her away through the crown pushing through and past people she went rightup to Mercy "HEY! Asshole!" she yelled. She didn't even give him a chance to Respond. The moment they locked eyes. She raised her hand up and slapped him, hard across the face "That's for lying getting me Knocked up you fucking bastard!!"

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"Well. At least you're pretty." Mercy sighs, as Jahi apparently loses him through his monologue. "I said 'I'm hot, but fucking me will destroy your social standing because I'm a terrible person who most people don't like.' with the undertone of, of course, most people do it anyway." He arches a brow slightly. "Career? You're a ranger. You really meeting that many walks of life sitting in the woods with deer?" The slight german accent on his own voice likely explains a lack of familiarity with american pop culture- stuck here since his early 20s as well didn't exactly do him any favors in keeping up with people outside of Huntsville. He barely knew Bri Ryan and October Roulette were famous, were it not for the early 20-somethings spilling in and out of the shop- and he'd managed to screw himself over, trying to put the squeeze on Roulette, the hulking brute had already made it terribly clear he recognized the kind of person Mercy was- it makes him shiver, thinking about it- so he doesn't.

"Living a secret double life here? Or were you up to something more fun than sniffing deer shit before you spilled back into town?"

jahi held his hands up in defense when mercy warned him, chuckling as he put his hands down. "alright alright, noted won't mention it again." that won't stop him from thinking about it though, it still was a little funny he's just keeping it to himself. "i'm going to be so honest with you right now, i've talked to a lot of people because of my career but i can't figure out what you mean but i do agree on the handsome part at least. that much i got."

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"I'll get over it." It's said in a way that's sharp- deadly. He's not likely to get over it- just wants this guy to give it a rest. "You're one of those fuckin' Ranger Ricks, right?" He changes the subject as he sparks up a cigarette. "Jerry? Joey? Jake? Hold on." His brows crease. "Jahi." He settles on, eventually. "You look less stupid when you're not in the fuckin' khakis." He's clearly still pissed, posture alone signaling that, as he pulls a matchbook from his pocket and lights his cigarette. "She's not exactly strong, my face is fine, no damage to much anything that isn't my ego because she got her freak brigade involved." He blows smoke from his nose. "Lookin's free, for what it matters."

jahi was wondering by himself around the festival, he wasn't in a costume and probably wasn't going to wear one for either of the three days. he was going to continue walking when he heard someone talking, well ranting really and stopped curiously to watch until he got caught. "nope don't need anything." jahi said as he walked towards him. "was admirin' the view a bit but also curious at how your face feels after that whole thing."

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"Everything that's more fun than looking." Comes the simple reply. He rolls his eyes as Jahi insists he's impressed his ego took a hit. "Careful, you'll talk yourself out of being hot out of the khakis." He warns, smoke coiling past his lips. "Egotistical enough to know I'm better than the rest of you- not quite egotistical enough to not know when I've been embarrassed in front of people. There's a thin line, baby." He taps ash onto the ground beside his feet. "To clarify, the payment isn't anything monetary, ending up here kinda put an end to my prostitute era- it's more like you're paying with your immortal soul, reputation around here, interpersonal friendships... Hm, I'm quite the atom bomb, aren't I? Tragic I'm so handsome."

"I'll get over it." It's said in a way that's sharp- deadly. He's not likely to get over it- just wants this guy to give it a rest. "You're one of those fuckin' Ranger Ricks, right?" He changes the subject as he sparks up a cigarette. "Jerry? Joey? Jake? Hold on." His brows crease. "Jahi." He settles on, eventually. "You look less stupid when you're not in the fuckin' khakis." He's clearly still pissed, posture alone signaling that, as he pulls a matchbook from his pocket and lights his cigarette. "She's not exactly strong, my face is fine, no damage to much anything that isn't my ego because she got her freak brigade involved." He blows smoke from his nose. "Lookin's free, for what it matters."