How would you like this to roll? 
Lucia could feel Axelle’s eyes upon her. It almost made her skin crawl. She hated being watched or studied, it made her uncomfortable. She remembered when Inferni members used to do that, how they would watch her with a cold, judging stare. She never was accepted in their ranks, she was never accepted anywhere. That momentary bliss she had felt with Snake, and the possibility of belonging to something… well, it was just that – momentary. It was gone like a tumbleweed in the wind, and now, now Lucia was just the damaged empty shell that had been left behind.
Axelle spoke, wise words that meant nothing to the ebony female. She could not fathom a purpose for herself – maybe others, yes, but not for her own soul. She felt like there was no purpose, no nothing. She just wanted to drink herself into an early grave, maybe cause some chaos along the way. She would use as she had been used – she would see Snake’s face on every male, and she would treat them as she felt she had been treated… Badly.
“Figure it out….” Lucia imitated Axelle’s tone, a sliver of disgust in her voice. “What’s the point in figuring anything out? It bites us all in the ass eventually.” That was Lucia’s final word on the topic; she was not in the mood to go into a debate about purpose and making a better life, or any other patronising crap that could be spun from her discontent with life. Lucia was quite content in her discontent, and that was how she would keep it. She had become comfortable in her instability, and that was dangerous all on its own.
Despite the disagreement about Axelle’s opinion on purposes and life, it appeared she had agreed with Lucia’s growing hatred for men. Lifting her eyes to look at Axelle rather than through her, the ebony femme gave a small smirk. It was the closest she could do to a smile, though in her drunken state, it probably just looked like she had a hot poker shoved up her backside or something.
Watching as her companion came closer, Lucia felt her hand tighten around the dagger by her side for a split moment. Realizing this, she soon let go. It was no day for frightening anyone. She wouldn’t be bothered to clean up the mess anyway. Finishing the bottle, she threw it weakly into the trees. She cared little for the environment nowadays. Well, she cared little for anything really.
Sliding her obsidian digits around the neck of another bottle, she watched Axelle pull out her own bottle of poison. Lifting her nose to the air, Lucia couldn’t pick up much of a smell. That meant it could be only one thing. “Vodka?” She grunted plainly, that was all that needed to be said. It wasn’t approving or disapproving, just simply Lucia’s lame attempt to be friendly. She was really out of practise.
Nodding a head to her own bottle, which she quickly sipped from, Lucia’s lips parted again. “Whiskey… the best poison of them all. Great for making yourself unconscious too.” That was the best advice Axelle would get today. The rest of her words were simply hatred, and more hatred. There was too much anger in her heart to think of much else. It was going to be a long day, and Lucia was not looking forward to it one bit.
“So why do you hate men then, huh?” Her eyes travelled one last time over the stranger, and a dark smile crawled over her lips. Something evil moved in her eyes for a second, before quickly fading back into a drunken stupor. “I’m going to say… daddy issues…”