He drowned his shot of whiskey, demanding another from the now frightened little barmaid he was flirting with before Lucy came in. She no longer roused his interest. Not in the way Lucy had just done.
"Damn," Bickslow whispered in wonder, eyes wide as they trailed after Lucy. "No wonder you haven't gotten off to any of those other woman you brought home." He marveled licking his suddenly dry lips. "Cosplayer is a goddamn goddess. Look at that ass! And her boo-"
"Shut the fuck up Bicks!" Laxus snarled making the girl, who had just returned with his drink, jump with a soft squeak of fright. He ignored her in favor of stopping his best friends from ogling his woman- what? Where the hell did that come from?! Lucy was not his woman!
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