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His Ideas Aren't Always Good...

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Arena 8/9


After arriving, G remembered something that required his attention. He headed right back out the door and smacked right into his girlfriend that was attempting to come in through the same door.

Thump! "Oof!" He did run into her, and he blinked and reached out to catch her before she might have gotten knocked down. "Oh god, oh god, I'm sorry!"

Make that a double "Oof!" Of course, she let him catch her even though she wasn't being knocked down, arms wrapped around his neck. "The service here is sensational. The view is even better." He received a little wink before she kissed his cheek.

Moves his arms around her waist and holds her while she puts her arms around his neck, he chuckles and kisses her cheek right back. "If by service, you mean instantly getting the man of your dreams to appear suddenly in front of you? Certainly."

"You read my mind."

Grins to Merci. "Well then. I am glad to be of service to you. Is there anything else you would like?" Grinning widely at her as he turns and gestures down the stairs. "I simply must buy you a drink."

"I would love for you to buy me a drink. A nice icy bottle of water would be wonderful." Starting down those stairs, thinking of how much she would love a real drink. Oh the suffering!

"Nothing more pricey and tasty than water?" Curious for a couple of reasons. He casually and in a relaxed gait follows Merci on down and towards the bar so that he may acquire said water.

"Maybe pricey and tasty...water? Perhaps a club soda. Does that satisfy your requirement?" Laughing lightly as she took his hand and moved towards the bar.

He brought her hand to his lips and pressed them softly against it with a smile. "I can do that. Just.. curious as to why not wine, or something nifty like.. scotch or cognac. If you want the chilled flavor of water, I shall glady get it for you."

Giving a wink to Merci as he moves behind the bar to get a hold of that cold water and club soda she wanted. Meanwhile, he also goes ahead and fixes himself something different. Gin and tonic. "Now.. where's the stinking tonic water. And Limes."

Merci reached over to tap G's hand. "Bartender...could you add some lime to my club soda please?"

Maybe a double shot of gin. She thought to herself.

"Anything for you, my sweet white rose." He grins and opens the club soda and pours it into a tall glass, breaks out the lime and slices it up. He takes a wedge and adds a little squeeze into the glass, then puts it on the rim before sliding it towards her. Then he starts on his drink.

She just...stared at him.

Looks at her while she stares at him. "What? The lime wedge isn't right?" Concerned.

"Have I been mistaken for someone else...perhaps someone...white?" She was actually holding back a laugh, but looked quite determined to bust his...yeah.

Smirks and relaxes. "Well, you are looking a little pale. But that's your favorite rose. So.. there you have it." Grins and mixes his drink.

"Mhm."

He considered that at great length before answering. "Yes." Sure. We'll go with that reason.

She chewed at her lower lip for a moment before recovering herself over the comment about being pale and smiled. Takes a sip of the club soda jazzed up with the lime and nods. "Better than water. Thank you, sweetness."

Hums as he drops the ice into the glass, then proceeds to mix a one to one ratio of gin to tonic. He grins at her and winks. "Naturally. Just the plain stuff can be boring. Need to spice it up a little, Roomie." Grins and rolls the glass around a little.

"Roomie." She did laugh aloud at that. "Is that what we are calling one another now? Don't we need to actually get the place first? Move me from Cor's house? Move you from the ship? There are things that need to be done before we jump into such drastic pet names."

"Future roomie?" Laughs and winks.

The discussion of violence that Sal was having close by gave Merci an idea. ”You know, darling...we should have a housewarming party once we buy the place and get moved.” It was obvious how she had jumped from violence to this party, wasn’t it?

Stared at Merci. "Invite Alek and Sal?"

"Ooooh...good idea!" See? Same wavelength...he put it together too!

"I tend to have them, from time to time." He grins.

"I agree. You do." Reaching over to lift a hopefully-not-too-stale-pretzel from a bowl upon the bar. God knew what sorts of germs were attached to that pretzel but she was hungry.
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The Bet...

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"I thought it was a pretty good idea to invite you to the Jammer that one time." He nods, agreeing with her that she agrees with him. He grins and then looks around. "Hmm, what do you think? Should I get a duel in and then take you to dinner? Or would you rather another turkey sub immediately. I think we're still allowed in that sandwich shop.."

"Aww. Aren't you just the sweetest thing around, tonight?" Then she was deep in thought about dinner. Finally shaking her head, she smiled. "You should duel a few times and then we can have dinner." Then..."I am pretty sure we aren't allowed in there again after you caused such a scene." Siiiips her drink.

"I caused a scene? Who was the one telling the poor girl behind the counter to poison my sandwich?" Laughing.

"You deserved it. Yes, you caused a scene." That was her story and she was sticking to it. She did relent and blow him a kiss, however.

Just laughs and shakes his head. "As you wish. You're lucky you're so cute."

"No, my dear...*you* are lucky I am so cute. Remember that." Smiles sweetly before sipping at the club soda once more.

She makes a good point. "I shall endeavour to imprint that fact into my mind, my dulcet darling." Chuckling

"Good." Smiling as she slipped a hand across the bar to idly draw circles along the back of his.

He smiled and sipped his drink again, watching her trace. Then, since she did say he should duel... "It's a good thing you like watching me fight. You won't be bored that way."

"So then, I am available for a match."


After a considerable amount of time waiting for someone to respond to his availability, he chuckled.
"So then, I am again feared."

"Maybe you were just too quiet?"

"Have I ever been quiet, my l..ovely?" Fakes a hiccup. Grins.

Her eyes narrowed at that hiccup before she laughed. They were becoming so incredibly ridiculous with this game.

Oh my god. G was being sappy. This was unacceptable. "G. Fight me." Suddenly, Salvador was suicidal, because of G being sappy.

Good thing Sal couldn't hear G when he was really trying to be sweet.

He looks, then Sal is suicidal! Oh look, bundt cake! "Winner gets Merci?" Grins

He raised his brows. Not expecting to win, he shrugged. "Sure whatever." Now. If he wins....

If Sal wins, G is a dead man.

Merci. Just. Stared. Daggers.

"Darling, sweetheart, G'nort. Salvador's spiny things will not cause you a tenth of the harm that I will. Remember this."

Leans over to whisper to Merci. "Don't worry, Sal can barely remember which end of the sword to hold." Wasn't necessarily true.. but better safe than sorry.

"That is hardly the point. You do not bet your girlfriend on a fight. That is uncivilized."

"Pirate." Said just like Jack Sparrow. Leans over and kisses her cheek with a cocky grin and then heads towards the ring.

"Scoundrel." Said just like a Brazilian woman about to use her badass juju on someone.

G knows he is a dead man no matter what.

Now he gets it. Merci kissed him anyway... just because.
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Fighting for the Prize

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He shrugged off his coat along the way and tossed it over a table, where it clunked upon landing. There were lots of sharp pointy things in those pockets. A cell phone with naughty pictures of Thorn on it, probably.

G grins and winks to her, then pulls the dreadful Hammer, Skuld the DeBugger, Hammer of Justice out of Hammerspace. Points it at Sal. "I'm gonna #$%^&* you up."

"Oh God you better." Twin hook swords in hands as he stepped into the ring.

G swings up, adding some force to the attack. He was looking like he was gonna try to hurt Sal in order to improve his chances.

He didn't bother saluting G or anything. Instead went right in for the attack, and when their two weapons clamored -- because he only swung the one -- he scoffed. "This is not #$%^&* ng me up, G."

"I wanted you to feel you were doing well." And is promptly tripped over the hooked swords. "See? You feel pretty good about yourself."

"Your woman's sanctity is on the line here," he reminded him, sweeping the left hand sword out to catch G's ankle. Pause for thought. A nod. "You're right. I do. Your woman's hot."

Merci just facepalmed. "G'nort...I will not forgive you if you lose this fight."

G spins the Hammer and then goes for the shoulder jarring shot.

Stumbling sideways from the impact, Sal cackled breathily. "That's better." He totally deserved that.

"Say my name, bitch."

"My name, bitch."

Oh look. "I see you're gonna need another lesson,"

Two swords flipped around into a reverse grip, he pounced in to punch G with the spiked end of the hilts, and ate hammer in the process.

"Mary, Mother of God..." shaking her head. "I can't watch this." Yet, her eyes were glued to the ring where the two were beating one another senseless.

Flipping the right hand sword back around into a proper grip, he swung in high to slap the flat end of a hook hard against G's shoulder. Retaliation! And ow! But Sal's loving it. "Is this what you had in mind by lesson?"

"I encourage student participation in my classes."

"Ah. That's why I love you so."

Plinko!!™ Which means the hook swords were pinned down and his head headbutted Sal right in the face, provisionally. Meaning, that's what he was going for.

Bloody nose! Awesome! Sal’s head snapped back, and you could see how he forced his eyes to work again. As blood trickled down onto his lip, he cut a wide grin and let his teeth get stained.

G was barbaric! It was honestly kind of hot. Merci was so used to him playing the gentleman role that she didn't get to see the more dangerous side of him. Headbutting was vicious stuff!

Sends the Hammer in, but the bloodied Sal just went and blocked it.

Hook swords are good for snaring hammers and guiding them off course. This time for sure. He had to pay the man back for the nose bleed, so he swung the flat side of a hook for G's head instead of shoulder this time.

See that? That's what we call a tactical error. And undoubtedly it hurt.

He did it so weakly, too. Just tapped G's hammer aside with the crescent guard of one of his swords to take the win.

Unbelievable. Of all the times to lose to Sal.. G thought.

Merci just sat there and blinked repeatedly.
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Well, I Guess I Owe You My Girlfriend...

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Grunts and puts his Hammer back. "Well. I guess I owe you my Girlfriend, huh?"

"Mm. I guess you do." He's trying not to giggle maniacally here.

"If you'll just supply me with the contract we signed that states the agreement of handing her over as a prize?" He waits with a hand out, and an amused grin.

G was about to hear his proper girlfriend break into enough cursing to make his pirate's ears burn.

Licking blood off his upper lip, he turned his head and spat. Hearing Merci as well as G's usual backsliding, he chuckled. Switching both swords over to one hand, he slapped G's palm with his fingers and then turned to climb out of the ring. Oh. He was going to milk this.

Is a dead man no matter what happens. So is going to play it for his entertainment now. If he's gonna go out, he's gotta get what he can.

"Hey now. We didn't even shake on it." He heads out of the ring as well.

"You can have a dance off!" Rekah offered that up to the two.

The swords were gone by the time Sal started prowling over to Merci.

"Now, Salvador...I wasn't part of making this bet the two of you made, therefore it is null and void." She was really trying not to look antsy. Good thing the swords were gone, she might have fainted! Mentally at least.

"I'm afraid it doesn't work like that, Merci." Sal didn't know her full name. G had only introduced her as Merci. So.

"He's harmless! Mostly!" Rekah called over to Merci.

Shut your mouth, Rekah! Don't sully this! Sal was thinking.

Thumbs up to Rekah. "Harmless. Okay." Eighty-seven stab wounds, was it, G?

Rekah gave Merci two chocolate covered thumbs up and a cheshire grin.

"Not to mention it's non-binding. He never even shook my hand!" Something like that. Spleens, kidneys, etc.

He grabbed up his coat along the way, slinging it over a shoulder, and once he was near enough, held a hand out to G's girlfriend, palm up.

Merci looked at G...then at Sal's outstretched hand and just smiled. G wanted to gamble with her as the wager?

"Alright, if that isn't how it works..."

She stood, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles from her skirt with one hand, grabs her purse from the bar, and takes his hand. "Let's go. I am starving. You can buy me dinner."

"Okay, ha ha. I get it. Lesson learned."

That a girl! Ignore the blood smear under his nose, and the forming bruise from the previous headbutt. Also ignore the vicious grin. His hand was cool, maybe a little clammy, but he gently tugged Merci closer. Close enough so he could lean in and whisper in her ear.

"I'll buy you dinner if you like, or I can give you this knife to stab him with for being a cocky son of a bitch." And there is, in fact, a small knife in his palm, and hers now too!

"Man, stuff like this never happens to the other egotistical jackasses."

"But, G, you're the only one who hangs around enough for it happen to."

"Good point."

She actually lifted a hand to touch his cheek, careful to avoid the blood since blood was such a yukky thing. She was also going to milk this. G deserved every moment of torment. "I think I love you, Salvador." Laughing at what he had whispered.

Hey. She said the "L" word. He didn't even get that from Merci. Wow, that really cut him there, even if they were playing around.

She accepted the gift then grinned. "I accept both." What he placed in her hand was lifted and tucked into her bra for safe keeping. "Do you like Indian food?"

There was a glint of metal from whatever Merci stuffed into her bra. Oh god. He could see why G loved this woman. He shot the man a victoriously evil look before, oddly enough like a gentleman, he offered G's girlfriend his arm. "I'll eat anything."

Her hand wrapped around Sal's arm. "Anything? People too? How...peculiar."

"Especially people." Let her decide whether or not he was serious about that. His tone was far too amused to be certain.
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Two Battles Lost...

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"All right, you two. Enough's enough." His expression switched from the cocky teasing to something else.

Did G not learn in his "Dating Brazilian Women 101" class...Do. Not. Piss. One. Off. They are evil. Really.

He's only ever dated one Brazilian!

He should have studied up on this!

Sal brazenly ignored G and moved to escort Merci toward the stairs. Mwuahaha!

Now he's starting to get a little on the angry side. "HEY!"

She almost stopped to go back for G but forced herself to continue on. Besides, she had that little metal something-something tucked away in her bra and she might be tempted to use it on her cocky boyfriend. He better beware of the raging hormones. Especially since he was now yelling. Turning to Sal, she smiled sweetly. "Excuse me for a moment."

"Certainly." Who knew he could sound so civilized? He stopped and waited.

Yells over her shoulder. "&#$% you, G'nort. You made your bed, now I am going to lie in it." Ooooh burn! For the record, she really wasn't going to lay on anyone's bed.

No worries. Sal wouldn't push it that far.

G knew her better than to think she really would. He was more angry at himself for getting himself into this mess. Now he was getting embarrassed and it was his own fault.

"A moment to speak, Mercedes?" Calmly.

"I will speak to you later, G'nort. I have a dinner date." Flashing him a syrupy smile before turning to Sal. "Shall we?"

Clenches his jaw. "Enjoy it, then. Since you Love him." Digs himself deeper.

Snerk. G was so going to hate him for this, but... What can he do? Evil here. He nodded and proceeded to lead Mercedes up the stairs.

Her jaw clenched then. Oh the words that were ready to leave her lips that instant...and they did. At least some of them. She stopped once more and turned to stare at G, those cold golden eyes.

"No, you foolish jackass, I love you. You, however, seem to value me as much as a few poker chips or something." And that was how she finally confessed her feelings. Nice. Now she was stomping up the stairs in those four inch heels. "Come along, Salvador." Her tone brooked no nonsense.

Two battles lost at once. How about that? G thought.

He was, at least, an obedient dog. Brooking no argument, he let Queen Mercedes command him. He did, however, shoot a partly apologetic look back at G. Hoping that somehow it also relayed some reassurance. Don't worry, buddy. I'm not gonna sleep with your girl. Then he hurried up after his dinner date. Rare occurrence for him. A date.

"Merci.. I'm sorry." Spoken somewhat weakly as she's heading out. Too late, more than likely.

She had already stomped out the door and was cursing in Portuguese loud enough that they could probably hear her downstairs. Oh what a fun date this would be for Sal. Just give her a moment and she will regain her proper aloofness and pretend that she was not at all heartbroken. They would eat and drink and be merry! She would smile and politely glean information from him. And her mind would also be preoccupied with bitter regret for speaking things such as she did, in anger.

Oh don't mind him. He liked a girl with fire, who wasn't afraid to swear up a storm. And Portuguese is so similar to Spanish, after all. This was awesome entertainment. Least he could do was let her fume, get her temper down, and who knows. Maybe he'd return a much calmer and less murderous Mercedes to G later on.

Don't forget to take away the gifted knife, Sal!

Oh no. She can keep that. Gotta have some level of uncertain surprise in the mix.

They were going to be great friends...so long as he kept his spiney things away from her!

So long as she didn't jump on his back, everything should be fine.

Well, that is one plan down. Shoot.

G really had nothing to add at this point other than to go sit at the bar feeling like a grade A jackass who's gonna finish his drink.

Taken from live play and edited slightly. Thanks to everyone involved for making this so much fun!
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