Twitter log 2-8-11 ( Nat asks Red for help)

[righthanddoom]

jurisimmortalis: *cautiously* Hey, uh, Red...? Got a minute...?

righthanddoom: *eyes her cautiously. cautious woman leads to him being cautious* I didn't eat the last a the chili, Nat. Must been Myers.

Nat: *shakes her head and actually laughs* That's not what I wanted to talk to you about.

Red: *nods before pulling a cigar from his pocket* What's eatin' ya kid. Ya seem off.

Nat: *she rubs at the healing bite mark on her neck* Thing is, I've already told Nathan about this, and Kitty, but anyway... *mumbles* I've got a stalker.

Red: Some one looking at ya when yer showerin'? Want I should rough 'em up for ya? *looks closer at her neck* What happen there?

Nat: *sighs, rubs her face* Nothing like that, Red. Just some asshole I met in a diner one night. Started following me. Then he cornered me outside the troll market the other day and bit me. Said I was his bitch. *rubs her face again*

Red: He BIT you!? *this face http://bit.ly/ePTshX * An' nobody did nothin? *growls* What was he? Troll. Vamp? Werewolf?

Nat: *presses her lips together* That's because I haven't really said anything. Kitty's the one riding my ass to talk to you. And I don't know -what- he is except for he's got some pretty nasty metal claws.

Red: Metal? *ponders the new gouges in his stone arm, frowning* An' he called ya his 'bitch'? *huffs* I don' like that. *not that he would expect anyone to, but Red is very protective of his team, especially the women.*

Nat: Yeah, and I'm jumping for joy over it. Lemme tell ya. *oh, the snarkcasm* Anyway, I need to go down to the troll market again in the next couple of days. Feel like tagging along?

Red: Sorry...jus'...*he frowns, always was shit with talking* Yeah. I gotta look into some better bullets anyway. *Metal claws? -It CAN'T be. Red took that asshole out, for good.*

Nat: Yeah, and there was this sword that caught my *okay, Logan's* attention and I wanted to get a second look at it.

Red: *grins, happy she's not dwelling on the negative* Which sword maker's shop did ya go to?

Nat: *more like she knows how to hide it* George, that half-goblin guy.

Red: *Again, he sucks with people. Grins widely* That bastard still owes me fifty silver coins!

Nat: *she raises an eyebrow at him* What for? Or should I even ask...?

Red: Guy lost a bet. Maybe I can get 'em to give ya a deal on that sword.

Nat: *thinks for a second* There's an idea. You're on.

Red: *grins* Great...You know how ta find me, whenever ya wanna go, don't ya?

Nat: Yeah, you're kinda hard to miss, Red. *smirks*