<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;">Mercy had spent a lifetime learning self-control. With a mother like hers it was simply necessary for survival. It was to the point that control was easy and losing it was truly difficult in any sense. Generally speaking she was level headed and clam most of the time, even when in the presence of entitled monsters, whiny women, and jackass men but every now and then someone would press her too far and she'd be pushed past her comfort zone and riled to a point that she didn't overthink everything that came out of her mouth. Sometimes, most of the time, when this happened it was duly called for but whether this particular moment was one that demanded it or not, well, even Mercy wouldn't be sure that she'd made the right call later. Unfortunately she couldn't help it in the moment. He just... whoever this guy way he made her so mad!<br/><br/>No, that wasn't quite right. He confused her, and pissed her off but it was the confusion that led her to react without thinking.<br/><br/>Mercy had been silently demanding an apology but wisely, hadn't been holding her breath for one. The guy clearly thought himself God's Gift to someone and was bold enough to say whatever passed through his head aloud so, he was unlikely to care overly much about her feelings on anything. After all, why shouldn't she want his attention, right? Nevermind that the way he stepped forward, closing the distance between them unexpectedly, made her actually hold her breath while tension coiled throughout her body. At least until he started speaking and she caught another whiff of alcohol. Scotch had been one of her mother's go to drinks so she knew the scent well. She wanted to back up and get away from it instantly but something wouldn't allow her to give even an inch of ground to this guy. She couldn't.<br/><br/>Dark eyes met unfocused blues from far too short a distance away and her jaw tightened. He spoke and she felt her teeth begin to grind as something dark and electric buzzed up her spine so hard it was nearly painful. She'd have chosen to deliberately mistake the sensation for anger but his eyes had moved from hers and dammit if her nipples hadn't responded to the intensity of the moment. It made her feel ashamed of herself, and utterly confused. She'd had a boyfriend before, had known desire and want to a degree but it had never felt anything like this. She did not like this man, had already detected several traits in him that should have made making her point and escaping all but a sure thing, yet, for an instant, a brief and fluttering moment, she'd wanted nothing more than for him to follow up on the heated promise in his gaze. To put those big hands on her and grab hold. To devour her completely. Right. Fucking. Here.<br/><br/>She had lost her damn mind.<br/><br/>"If I didn't have better manners I'd call you something worse," she gritted out, barely resisting the urge to actually slap him. Her hand even flexed slightly as she stepped forward to put them right back in the same position of being way too close, such was the intensity of her feelings just then, but she only poked him in the chest. That she touched him at all spoke of just how mad she was but thankfully some part of her was hardwired to avoid rather than go storming straight into conflict. "Like I'm just supposed to be grateful a drunk douchebag <em>likes</em> my body?! Grow up. I'm not a piece of ass put here for you to ogle at your leisure. So no, I don't accept your sorry little compliment, I <em>do</em> accept that you're an ass, and you owe me an apology." She wasn't anymore likely to get one now than she had been before but that almost was no longer the point. No, the anger and the confusion and this damn... man! Ugh! It was messing with her, twisting her up. <br/><br/>Mercy never liked to cause a scene but in the confines of the small bookstore, they were now drawing attention. There really was no way to avoid it which only added to the tangle going on inside her. Why was this stuff just supposed to be okay?! </span>