<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/a4/f1/13a4f175a5eec5b4e9d23fcf4e689aaa--gorgeous-body-adriana-lima.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Mercedes "Mercy" Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi + gray hoodie<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong> An already bad mood gets worse.<br/><strong>Extra information:</strong></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Her lips parted in outrage and her skin went hot. Indignation roared to the surface even louder than before but there were no words. None.<br/><br/>Times like these were the sort when she wanted to be bold and brilliant, when she wanted to act and make herself clear, but her confusion had reached a critical mass and all she could do was glare. He was too close, too big, his shoulders seeming to block everything as his shadow fell across her. Not to mention he was so damn stubborn and irritating she was torn between wanting to slap some sense into him and wanting to just bite him--which was not very civilized at all. His eyes, a piercing blue that was watered down only slightly by his intoxicated state, seemed to bore into her from bare inches away and suddenly without invitation his scent was clouding her nostrils, invading as her breathing deepened and heaved to match her racing pulse. It wasn't the disgusting scent of scotch mind you, though that was there, but rather it was <em>him</em>. Dark, rich, and somehow earthy. That scent screamed <em>utterly male</em> just beneath the cloud of his tainted breath and made her want to get closer when that should have been the very last thing she wanted. Because he was a stranger. A stranger who drank and stared at her body like he'd own her. Like he'd consume her entirely. A stranger who made her question herself, her very desires. One who made her feel too much in the space of mere minutes.<br/><br/><em>No.</em><br/><br/>The word seemed to echo in her own head, jolting her from the weird trance that had tried to overtake her in the space of a few heartbeats and mingling with the stranger's words.<br/><br/><em>"I’m asking you to just accept it instead of just making such a stupid scene. I hate to tell you this. But there isn’t a chance in hell I’m apologizing. So what if I like your body? Maybe, just maybe I shouldn’t have said anything and just kept ogling. But just because it slipped out I don’t see any reason I should just force an apology, for you. You should know I wouldn’t mean it, anyway, so what does it matter."</em><br/><br/>The growl that slipped free was soft but fierce while the word that followed was harsh and vulgar and unlike Mercy at all. In fact, her whole body tensed further in anticipation of a very visceral reaction which she hadn't the control to stop in that ever so brief moment, however, before she could even gain an inkling of her true intention there was suddenly another presence there.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to take whatever mess this is outside."<br/><br/>The voice that came was one of authority. It was sharp, with an air of culture and something very near arrogance, though perfectly pitched so that it seemed to swat Mercy back down to Earth without even trying. She shuddered as she realized the voice sounded a lot like her third grade teacher, a nightmare of a woman who had tried her best to punish Mercy for things that were out of her control. Or maybe it was the way the tall woman seemed to loom over Mercy. Though this did not inspire a reaction even remotely in the realm of what the male had caused. No, instead it was complete and utter mortification that sprouted like a weed in the midst of her very confused feelings, strangling them and threatening to take over. Yet, even knowing that store manager had come out to the front to put an end to the developing scene, it was harder than it should have been to turn her gaze away from the bull-headed man before her. <br/><br/>"I will call the police if necessary."<br/><br/>That did the trick though. Blinking, Mercy pulled back enough to turn her head and glanced at the well groomed older woman who somehow looked like the epitome of a bookstore owner while simultaneously being one of the most fascinatingly lovely women Mercy had every seen. Hers was a cold and hard sort of beauty, however, and it was on a level that frankly screamed monster. The look in those inhumanly green eyes caused Mercy to take one surprised step backward while the truth of the situation sank in. <br/><br/>"Did you hear what he said to me?!" The appeal sounded lame even to her ears.<br/><br/>"I really could care less who said what. My only concern is that guests in my shop conduct themselves with a certain level of decorum, though I'm not surprised you don't know any better. Now please, go. You've caused enough of a scene." The woman gave Mercy a look that had become all too common. The one that seemed to brand her as nothing more than a lowly human who should be glad she was allowed to even be in the presence of such beings as herself. A quick glance around showed similar things in the faces of the few other customers waiting to be checked out, though the clerk at the counter, the very human clerk, kept his head down and refused to even acknowledge Mercy, leaving her there to flounder all by her lonesome. She looked back to the male before her and her eyes narrowed.<br/><br/></span>