rummage sale 2

[betterhavemammoney]

Video (un: gr€€d)

[There's that second of shaky-cam when Mammon starts up the video and the camera focuses. Once again it's his selection of items, or rather wares: everyday items like knitting needles and typing paper, a typewriter, nail polish, a skein of yarn, something that looked like a metal lacrosse set, a blank book and a pen. There's clothing, several sets in different styles and sizes, a set of men's boots, a large fur cloak made of a single wolf-pelt. There are a few more dangerous items too, bullets and a shotgun, various knives. The camera lingers on each item for a moment, showing it off, as Mammon speaks.]

This worked out so good last time I thought I'd try it again! I'm sellin' all this stuff to anyone who's got somethin' to buy it with. There ain't a lotta cash on board so if you got none, maybe we can trade. Or ya can owe me somethin'.

Oh -- and since space is boring and I'm such a nice guy, I'm rentin' out some of my own stuff. [He pans to another set of items, grouped together on their own: a deck of playing cards, a set of dice, and a handheld game console.] Make me an offer and I'll let you take one of 'em for... I dunno, let's say a day.

Comments

[sinkthe8ball]

[Who said anything about her not being able to do harm? Because that is definitely her hand swinging to slap him.]

I don't like you or think you're handsome. Get it through your head.

[betterhavemammoney]

[Unfortunately that doesn't hurt him. It has an effect, but not the one either of them were hoping for. The slap makes satisfying contact and Mammon reacts, eyes widening in shock as he involuntarily moans.

Now it's his turn to blush and be mortified. She wasn't supposed to bring that out!]

[sinkthe8ball]

[She stares at him. He didn't. Well that was interesting, in a well at least she wasn't the only one embarrassing herself kind of way.]

Like that did you?

[betterhavemammoney]

[It's not his fault she hit the kink button! He turns red and rubs his face frantically.]

Nuh-uh, no I didn't!

[sinkthe8ball]

[She smirks at him. Well isn't this a familiar scene.]

How interesting, cause it sounded like you did.

[And she gives him the tiniest wiggle of her hips before standing up intent on stealing back into his cabin for the clothes she wanted.]

[betterhavemammoney]

I DID NOT!

[He doesn't like the teasing hip-wiggle either, or being teased by a human. He doesn't like it so much that ozone seems to accumulate and there's a sudden smell of petrichor and a flash of lightning.]

HEY! DON'T TOUCH MY STUFF!

[sinkthe8ball]

[Whatever she's not going to argue the point, she doesn't actually care. Besides she's got better things to focus on than him and the shift in the scent of the air or that there's lightning randomly flashing in a spaceship. She just wants to lay claim to the clothes she wanted. And she pauses oh so tempted by the shotgun. A single finger tracing the barrel almost lovingly.]

[betterhavemammoney]

[This is the most furious Lady has ever seen Mammon and while he's angry, he's still not losing total control of himself. All he does is rush to his feet and zoom forward to grab her, pulling her away from the shotgun. She can keep the clothes.]

Just get out!

[sinkthe8ball]

[She should probably feel proud for getting him that upset. Annoyed that he is once again manhandling her. And she feels those things sort of, a little bit anyway. She stumbles as he herds her toward the door, pulling out of his grip.]

I'm going. I wouldn't want to stay here any longer than necessary anyway.

[betterhavemammoney]

Good! And you owe me money now!

[sinkthe8ball]

We already agreed on dinner and that's what you'll get.

[She says over her shoulder as she goes. And don't think for a minute she isn't going to pay her debts. She hates owing anyone anything.]