Verb
To request the presence or participation of in a kindly, courteous, or complimentary way, especially to request to come or go to some place, gathering, entertainment, etc., or to do something: Go on a mission, or eat with another being.
Lucy was standing at the mission board, her head tilted as she looks over the various requests. 'Vulcans: Not Happening. Monster in a lake: Maybe.' She looks down at the details of this request, her teeth nibbling her bottom lip in contemplation. 'This says that the monster lets out poisonous gasses.' She reaches for the request, pausing for a moment.
"You gonna take it tits?" a low, dark voice says, hot breath hitting her ear.
She quickly turns, her leg automatically rising and whipping out to kick the person, only to connect with a hand grabbing her ankle. She follows the tan fingers, standing out against the black leather of her boots, up to the head of the person that it belongs to, a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"Gotta say, purple sure looks good on you." The smirk on Cobra's lips reveals a small bit of his white fangs.
The blonde is confused at first before she sees where exactly he is looking. Her face turns bright red and she quickly jerks her leg from his hand. Clearing her throat, she looks into Cobra's purple eyes.
"Well hello Cobra. Yes, I am having a good day how about you?" She says sarcastically as she rolls her own eyes. 'Don't think of purple, don't think of purple.'
His smirk never leaves his face as he moves to lean against the board. "Doin' good Jugs. But that wasn't what I asked you." He looks over the request that she was eyeing. "Wanted to know if you were gonna take this mission. If so, I'm coming with you."
"You can't just invite yourself along with me on a mission." Her pink lips pout as her eyes narrow at the dragon slayer.
"It's not like you weren't going to ask anyway." He shrugs his shoulders as he pulls the paper down.
She quickly snatches the paper from him. "So, that doesn't mean you voluntell me." 'Jerk.'
"Fine then, ask me." He pushes his hands into the pockets of his pants as he leans slightly forward.
Eyes rolling in her head, she sarcastically says. "Cobra, would you like to go on a mission with me?"
Shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know Fun-bags. What's in it for me?"
'Seriously, you're an ass.'
"Now that's no way to think of your maybe, temporary partner." He says teasingly.
"Please, like you didn't already know. Now, do you want to come with me or not?"
"Sure, I always love the chance to taste a new poison."
"Then I'm going to get this approved and we can be on our way."
When she is halfway to the bar his voice calls out. "Be sure to pack some more purple for the trip, Tits!"
She stops and turns her head at him, her jaw dropping slightly and face red.