ONE ON ONE (WITH FORK SATAN)

Jules landed softly beside the dumpster. "And I see you're breaking the law again."

Lilith grinned at him. "Yeah, whaddya expect from a demon. Plus this guy was inconsiderate enough to get too close. And I happened to have a gun, so I violently shot him in the face." She shrugged as if that's what every woman did when a man got too close.

Jules glared at her. "Yes. That's perfectly normal."

"Yes. So, FINE take me to that stupid court. They'll probably assign me as your partner or some dumb shit because I know those guys too well and that's exactly what they'd do. So take me, Mr. Jules, and see what happens?" She stuck her wrists out.

Jules raised an eyebrow. "This feels like a trap."

She grinned. "Unless you want to take me to jail, it's not."

He paused, considering the situation. "I'm hauling you in. C'mon."

"Alrighty." She said brightly.

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her along. "It's gotta be quick."

She smiled serenely to herself. "Okay, whatever you say Cowboy Jules."

"Don't call me that please."

"Hmm, well since you're never gonna see me again, how about I do anyway, Cowboy Jules?"

He sighed. "Okay-what's your name again?"

"My name is Lilith. Since you're going to be 'putting me away', you may as well know it. Let your guilt eat away at cha."

"Okay Killer Lilith." He smiled a little.

She rolled her eyes. "Stop hitting on me and just throw me in prison, jeezus."

(I gtg for a bit)

(ok Sly)

(Guess who's up in the club?)

(Ooooh it's SLYY)

She rolled her eyes. "Stop hitting on me and just throw me in prison, jeezus."

"I am not hitting on you." He huffed.

"Mhmm." She cast him a knowing look and followed him out of the portal.

He frowned. "Do you just murder for fun?"

"Well, no, I do it for certain reasons." She frowned heavily at his beaten down ship. "Good god, you'd better hope that you get enough money to get a new ship."

"I will." He smiled smugly.

"Yeah, you will. Suuure." She chuckled darkly and plopped down in the passenger's seat.

"Yes. Cus it's 20 million bucks."

"Mhm… Did you read the fine print, Mr. Cowboy?"

"…..What fine print?" He blinked. "It was a wanted poster."