<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/1Qbqn.jpg)<strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Ricky's campsite<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Snarking off and regretting it<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Ricky<br/></strong><hr/></div><br/>V, emboldened by his previous response, decided on a possibly dangerous course of action to respond, mostly unintimidated now. She spat on the ground in front of him (one of the most unladylike things she had ever done) and told him on no uncertain terms,<strong>"Go to hell. I wouldn't waste a single milligram of anesthetic or one centimeter of suture on you."</strong><br/><br/>She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly, not even reaching for the offered shirt.<strong>"I'd rather be a walking sex toy than help you ravage the badlands."</strong>Her eyes were still narrowed in a glare at him. She wasn't moving a muscle, waiting for Ricky's response.<em>I just hope this can be over soon. Maybe find a place to hide if I can slip away when they stop next.</em>