The flashing and swirling of her eyes was the first sign of danger. The hurling of colorful curses, to say the least, was the second and if this man was only able to read the signs, he ought to be running for the hills by now. If he knew what was good for him, he would. It wasn't Arlo he needed to worry about. "We don't have any drugs. Never did," he said, deciding to cut this debate over arsenal size, off at the pass. Sure, once on a lark he'd swallowed down a bright colored potion, handed to him by a Biquaj, gypsy woman. Admittedly the immediate effects to his perception of the world were astounding. On the other hand it had knocked three arcs off his life in the blink of an eye. Never again.
Still, the all hail remark nearly made Arlo rethink this whole thing of not wanting to resort to violence and mucking up their rented room in the process. Did the man really ask him did he want to see something bigger. No. No he didn't. "No. To both," he said. No drugs and Vega wasn't high or crazy either. Coming a little unhinged at the bit? Maybe. But not without provocation and the sod didn't have the good sense to recognize the signs. And he wasn't convinced that Vega was helping any, in spite of causing him to grin inwardly.
No. He wasn't getting her sword. "You know, we can forget you were here," he said bluntly to the interloper. "And forget that you've thrown round all sorts of spurious accusations. It won't be as easy to clean up the mess though if you stay any longer." Meaning? He had his doubts about being able to hold Vega back if she got any more riled, and it might be better if this fellow got while the getting was good.
As always, he’s still a lively character and it was pretty enjoyable to read this thread.
