Shadowrun: At the Safehouse.

Wolf follows just behind, chuckling.

"There's that one thing everyone likes. Even if they're filled to the brim with hatred." She'd light her cigar in the same way she did at the night before.

"And smoking is that one thing for you?" Lacy raises a brow, leaning against the wall.

She nodded, waving her hand- beckoning Lacy forward a bit.

She looks curious, stepping towards Ceres.

Wolf folds her arms, yawning.

She took a gentle drag of her... cigar. A look in her eyes might.. give off what substance might.. reside within, probably nothing legitimate-- atleast that's what the glazed-over look might've sold.. but she'd still- carefully try to grab the woman's chin and force her mouth open a bit. If she did- she'd press her lips practically against the woman's and blow the smoke softly into her mouth. If she didn't open up, or would pull away-- the smoke would simply be blown towards her face.

Lacy blinks as Ceres gets that close to her. She grins and blows air out of her nose at the same time to keep herself from inhaling the cigar smoke. Her own deep violet eyes gaze into Ceres' eyes. "Very pretty."

Ceres would toss her hair a bit, and lean back. "That's too bad, I was hoping we could maybe relax."

Wolf huffs, "Not sure when breathing smoke into someone's mouth became romantic. Regardless, I'll be inside. If anyone needs anything, just crawl into bed with me." She snickers, and would head back in.

Lacy grins and inhales a bit of the smoke, leaning forward just enough to press her lips to those of Ceres, if she didn't move away or push her back.

She shook her head, leaning back and laughing- "I heard you guys talking a bit earlier. I'm trying to start shit."

Lacy grins. "Oh did you? Why would you try to start shit?" She leans back and crosses her arms.

"It's obvious you're both.. strong women.. I love.. watching, is all. And you are both providing wonderful entertainment." She'd walk back a step and gently rub her ears.

Lacy smiles a bit. "Strong, sure. I can be caring, too." She offers an eccentric bow. "And glad to be entertaining."

"Caring Hmm? What about.. Miss Wolf in there.." She looked at the door, "That one's got a fire in her eyes.." She chewed on her lip a moment. "Looks like a real.. 'Make-me-call-her-master' type.."

Lacy shrugs a bit. "I suppose. And I don't?" She smirks a bit, stepping towards Ceres slightly.

She shook her head, "Nah.. not really. The way you came walking out of there yesterday.. that woman made you her bitch." She shrugged, and took another long drag on her cigar, tossing it soon after.

She shrugs. "I wanted her to."

She shrugged as well, "Oh, alright. Well, she's waiting on you, I do believe, I figured that was a little hint she dropped before she left, for.. whomever her bitch may be." She shoved a thumb towards the door and.. grinned. "I have a feeling.. that.. that could be you."

Lacy narrows her eyes, letting out a growl. "I am NOT anyone's bitch!" She storms over to Ceres, and plants both hands on the wall besides her head. "Get that through your head."

And Ceres was officially wide-eyed, and.. stunned. "I.. uhh.. joking." She said, blinking, having to release the pistol on her hip she'd instinctively gone for.

"Were you? Sure didn't sound like it. You don't like us, got it. Don't want to stick around any longer than you need to, got it. But you do NOT call me ANYONE's bitch. Got it?" She snarls, glaring daggers at Ceres and leaning her face in to be mere hairs away.

Wolf's Spyball, wich is sitting near their feet, beeps a bit and rolls away.

She.. sighed, realizing she couldn't retreat anymore. Sighed a bit, speaking slowly. "I-I'm Sorry."