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Trevor Kevin Obott, Lucille Hartigan, & Meifeng Vuhong.
Written in collaboration with @Mr Allen J

Lucille was sitting with her arms crossed, staring at the dance floor. She was already feeling her head clean from the effects of Trevor kiss—something hard to take, he was her friend, but still, he did that. And there she was fully recovered from the incident, trying to not adress a word to Meifeng. To her luck, everyone believed that she really had briefly fainted, even the the bartender, who insisted her take a cup of water. She just wants to break Trevor in half—with all her strength—and whenever he tried to fix the situation it was like poking a tiger with a short stick.

"A beer would be good now," she tried to break the ice with Meifeng. "I don't believe he did that. I'll kill him if I see him tonight." She said pressing her arms against her chest in anger.

"Heeeeeeeeeeey now...." Meifeng said, putting her hands up. Okay, she had to admit; it was pretty funny. At the same time, it was really fucking stupid. And Trevor tossed her plan. "You know him; he's just a poor little retarded boy! He doesn't know better!"

"What better than drugging others by kissing, I suppose." She sighed, "I'm stuck with him as long I'm in the Academy."

"You could always go somewhere else." Meifeng shrugged. "You're in Verthaven: City of opportunities!"

"I can always get a job lifting containers on the docks. Fun!"

"Yeah, you're on that entrepreneur shit!" Meifeng followed it with laughtered. "But, look, who could blame him? Every person on that dancefloor probably wanted to cop a feel."

Lucy laughed, it was the only thing she could do to smooth things out. "Maybe I'll try joining NEST. I may be able to help with something, you know. My ma used to help in church every Saturday. It was fun to do something for people. Also carrying a gun will make Trevor think twice."

Who would honestly want to join NEST in the mist of all this internal turmoil and chaos? Well, it might be apart of the joke. Though, instead of instigating things, maybe Meifeng considered talking it out between the two. So they don't turn into headlines. "How about we go talk to Trevor before we decide to murder him? I saw him go... wait, you gotta agree to resolve this with words and talk about your feelings and shit.... Ah, nah, just screwing with you, he's in the bathroom. Just don't kill him all the way." She winked at her.

"I'll try my best at not killing him."

"Good. I'll lead the way." Meifeng slid from off her chair, before taking slow steps towards the men's bathroom. She stepped to the side, and presented the door before her. "Ladies first." She said with a grin.

"So you think that after what happened at the open bar I'm going in there?" Lucy raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you want to kick his ass, right?" Meifeng asked. "Anywhere's a battlefield, sweetheart. You should have seen me and my mom at the IHOP."

"At least come with me."

"Yeah, sure. Think I'm some puss-face that's afraid of a bathroom? Gender's a social construct, baby." Meifeng said, shrugging.

Lucy pushed the door slowly, trying not to come face to face with a man in the process. She called for Trevor, but didn't get an answer.

"... Stop pussyfooting. You gotta do it like - THIS!" Meifeng immediately kicked open an open stall with a powerful sidekick. It created a bang that echoed through the room. There wasn't anyone in it. She stopped, and put her hand on her hip. "Try it. It's fun."

Lucy shivered at the sound of the kick. "I'll try." She said, lowering and spying on each of the bathrooms. He was not the first, nor the second. She repeated the process until finding his All Star sneakers.

"... I don't think he's in here." Meifeng winked at Lucille. Pounding her fist against an open hand.

"Let's find out." She said with a grin. She put her right hand on the door and thrusted. It was easy to her. She just needed to concentrate and think about the aura wrapping her arm, giving her strength, and the telekinetic steroids did the rest. The door was pushed hard enough to force the lock open.

"Ah!" Trevor shouted as he realized he's been discovered. He put his hands over his head.

"What the hell were you thinking!" She shouted raising her arms.

"I couldn't help myself! You're hot!" Trevor shouted.

Meifeng simply shifted her weight, and pivoted her body towards Lucy. "See, girl? Told you."

Lucy facepalmed and sighed.

"Look, I'm... sorry." Trevor.said, trying to avoid eye contact by shooting his head to the side. "I... shouldn't have done that."

Meifeng looked at Lucille, then Trevor. "... Whoop his butt!" She said, pounding her fist into her hand again. 

"It would brighten my day... But no, enough of this mess." She then pointed her finger at him. "Don't even consider trying again. Lead the way miss Meifeng." She said at last.

"Oh wait, hold up." Meifeng put her hands up. "You gotta be a little mad. You gotta sort this shit out now before it starts to affect you when it matters."

Oh please God, don't convince her to punch me. Trevor thought to himself with wide eyes.

"You should punch him at least once." Meifeng said. "Just to settle the score. He touched you uncomfortably, so you gotta do the same."

"You right. I'm sorry T." Before he even thinking about saying something she kneed him in his groin. She even tried to aim a little to the left, although she tried to be convincing.

"Omph!"  Trevor let out the noise as he grabbed his wang. Nearly falling over as he dropped to his knees. He felt a pain like no other - mainly because he feels a little extra pain because of his drug. "... Thank you." Trevor groaned, in a high pitched tone.

"I know... I'm sorry." 

"Hey! Hey! Hey! I said punch him. Eh, know what, just go with it." Meifeng made a gesture with her hands that imitated waves. "Now, you two have reached an understanding... but given that shit show that happened last time, I think we could probably go without the underaged alcohol." She shrugged.

"Now we were about to strengthen our emotional bonds? I'm disappointed."

"Now, I think I'm going to find an adventure somewhere else...." Meifeng said as she stepped towards the door. Pushing it open, she stood in the doorway and looked back at them. "... You might want to leave the men's bathroom." Before walking out.

"Sure. I'll wait at the door, Trevor." Said Lucille, followed by a muted sorry that went unnoticed.

"I'll-" Trevor said, his voice squeaked. "Think I'll stay in here for a bit... Could you go grab me some ice?" 

"I'll try to." She said as she walked through the door. "Things in Black Fall were never this fun... or disastrous." Lucy glanced at Meifeng.

Lucille Hartigan.

Lucille was uncomfortable with her dress, which left half of her thigh naked—a paranoia she usually had when wearing any dress, or skirt—and, between a slight tug and another, she was trying to unsuccessfully hide her skinny legs. She was no Marilyn Monroe, nor a girl willing to come face to face with some breeze of a passing ninja subway, her legs could be delicate but she didn't like to show to everyone. She even tried to imagine she in The Seven Year Itch, only to caught the attention of a few people that was passing in front of her, turning in embarrassment her silent laught. 

She was wearing the famous "Hartigan's party outfit," a black halter dress followed by sneakers of the same color. The most that her mother could made she wear. Nothing too formal, but that was her outfit; Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Year, any event is Hartigan's party outfit Day. And there she was, the uneasy girl with the dress, waiting for Trevor. And all the thinking about Trevor was confused to her, Trevor was... Well... in a parallel universe she'd be happier with a "Trevina". 

Lucille ran her finger on her phone screen, drawing the initial of her name with her thumb. Where the hell is Trevor, she thought as she looked at the clock. She tried to control the discomfort but everything was new to her; and Trevor was as a guide for her in Verthaven, as well as her brother was in Black Fall. Without him she's just a blind woman in a shooting. 

"Trevor!" Lucille tried not to shout too loud, waving at him. There he was, with bloody jeans. Why I didn't thought about that? She sighed, knowing it was too late to change her looks.

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