Thread: Supply and Demand ( Sanoci x Xanaphia)

Disrespect was a commodity afforded towards those with the power, an attribute advertised by the patronizing speech over simplistic business etiquette. Bitter words stinging his pride, holding the unpleasant authenticity of the peril faced should the two of them maintained this current position in the middle of no where. Almost derogatory was allowing this naive woman negotiate terms, agitated for how much of a bind they were in. Reluctance at his entry into his truck was clear, probably sizing the rewards for deposing of him and reaping the carnal pleasures of raping Desiree. Fortunately he recognized who his better in a confrontational scenario, riding off to the scrapyard. Looking for opportunity, like anyone else stranger!, Vas extended that hostile gaze whenever they advanced in subtle ways to the lovely oasis of a woman riding along in the cramped space. Assorted knives fashioned on his torso, proficient in plenty violent applications should his eyes find them inappropriately on her body. Vigilance a necessity within his generosity or mercy potentially, silent the whole ride with tension already spiked with a throbbing headache inspiring some reckless actions surfacing in his pain addled mind. How much will that cost us? Well, two clips for each spark plug, five for the fuel pump, another five for installation, and two for the tow. So 18 in all, Clips? A magazine of 9mm bullets. Or I can go 6 boxes of 12 gauge shots, if you got those. Bullets? We dont have any bullets, I thought you said you could pay? I have gold. Is a bar or two enough? I aint got no use for gold out here girlie. Bullets, or we could barter, but you gotta make it worthwhile. We have supplies I got enough supplies her girl. I need something A BIT MORE VALUABLE . Shuffling between the impromptu bargaining between them drove him on edge, heat causing an exodus of liquids to spill from all his pores. Supplies existed as she referred to the man, peering into the conscious of this bastard. Lust flared, one whom probably was denied such luxuries in exchange for the common instruments and essentials to make a meager existence. No, this Marrek craved something else than financial compensation. Masculinity, trust, his own hubris was challenged for what Vas Xenos knew was the inescapable solution where they could travel and his intrigue sated. Making the difficult decision, he separated the distance between them, laying hushed whispers in her ear with tensing in his throat ashamed. He wants something this limp dick likely never had. I'm sorry and please go along. I shall avenge you. Head rose high, an ominous glare was traced onto his features at the opportunist whom he partially could not fault. Knowing he was on the side of the trigger was what brought him to the verge of murdering this aging hick. No, escaping the wrath of her father was significant. Bruising relations or testing its bond was an eventual crossroads. Vas dreaded crossing it so soon however. You keep eying her, I know it. She knows it. Lets just stop ignoring the nuke in the room. She lets you 'relieve' yourself but if you do anything she does not accept and I will take my chances without your service and your life claimed.