Lillith was comforted by the fact that Cooper was willing to join her, but her eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw that he had pulled out his gun again. He was supposed to look menacing, not like an idiot. She wasn’t sure he even had it in him to pull the trigger, he seemed to flash it off in absence of self-confidence. With a groan, she followed Reed into the room.

The dealer he punched out at the door made her a little uncomfortable. There were an awful lot of criminals hanging out under one roof, this could only end badly… Once the door was shut behind them, Lillith took on an indifferent stance, standing up straight with her arms crossed over her chest. She still had her mixed drink in her right hand and brought it up to take a sip just as Reed started rambling again.

Just the tone of his voice was enough to put her on the offensive. Should she have had them, in that moment, her hackles would have risen in jagged spikes. Instead, she settled for whitened knuckles and a snarl. Just like the mythical woman she had named herself after, she would bow to no man, especially the likes of him. Lillith had been through enough in her lifetime and faced the anger of countless foster fathers, it was no real mystery as to why she often preferred women over men.

“I think you need to step off your god damn soapbox for a moment, because you are in no way above me. I brought my friend here in case you decided to get handsy, it’s always you pretty folks who are the real snakes in the grass. At least I look like trouble, just an honest party girl.” She gestured a thumb to Cooper when she mentioned him. Lillith turned down the option to sit, continuing to stand proud. Like hell she would let him tower above he like that, his ego was big enough already.

“As for this friend you speak of, I’d much rather talk to her in person… I don’t want to be some twisted pawn to help you get into her pants. She claims she’s a friend of Maria, huh? That’s interesting, since Mari admitted that most of her friends were fake, especially the ones from back home.” Lillith smiled slightly, she’d found what she was looking for - she’d realized the weak point in his argument. If the situation wasn’t so tense, she’d have applauded herself for her cleverness. 

“You seem to think that you’re smarter than my friend and I here, so why don’t you take a few moments to think. Do you really know this girl you’re working with? Because, if I’m guessing right, you and her are probably just as much suspects of the murder as my friend and I. So tell me, Mr. I-don’t-care-what-your-name is, why would a true friend be ‘unhappy with what she has found out about Maria’? Unhappy enough to do something bad, perhaps? Unhappy enough with a person to hurt them for it? To kill them because of it?” Lillith let the accusation hang in the air like a guillotine poised to strike its victim. 

Lily’s tone softened a little when she spoke again “A true friend would only be unhappy about the fact that Maria is out of their life forever.” She brought her arm into her chest tighter, as if she could somehow give herself a comforting hug. Her honesty had surprised even herself, and she felt betrayed when her eyes welled with tears. No, she would hold it together, tonight was not about sadness… tonight was supposed to be about getting drunk and laid. She refused to show a sign of weakness in front of either of these two idiots. Biting her tongue, she was able to let the pain distract her from the tears that were itching to be shed.