So however this turns out, I haven't thought about this story in over a year. I guess returning to it wouldn't be a bad endeavor.

Shilo was able to keep up with Graverobber easily as she tried to assail his attention. "God damnit Graves," Shilo said, her face turning red, she was angry now. "Stop ignoring me."

Graverobber stopped at the hard pulling on his arm. Shilo's grip was restricting like a snake, it hurt. "You getting yourself into the mess your in isn't my problem. You peddling in my area however is, and your prices are atrocious for what gotta do to get this stuff," Graverobber growled at her. He grabbed her wrist as hard as she had been grabbing his arm, effectively cutting off the circulation.

Shilo scowled. "I'll peddle because it's my only sane option. It's not as though I have some god given talent for anything," she said through bared teeth. She pressed forward, grabbing tightly at his arm with the wrist he wasn't holding, digging in her nails. She made him move back as she pressed herself in closer. "You want me to stay outta your way, then show me the best places you don't inhabit. Else, I'll tear you apart."

Graverobber made a face at her words, barking a laugh right in her face. "You.. ha.. You think that you could really do damage," he said, grinning widely. He twisted Shilo's arm around, forcing her to let go of his arm and face her back to him. Graverobber walked forward, Shilo forcibly mirroring his footsteps. He pressed her into a building hard and hushedly said, "I would love to see you try."

Shilo frowned, thinking of her place. What could she do to get out of this? Stomp on his foot, though he was probably wearing steel toed boots. Wildly kicking and thrashing wouldn't do her much good. Shilo laughed inwardly. Being a woman could do things, she pressed her back into Graverobber's chest, grinding her hips against his sensitive bits.

Graverobber let out a low groan. "Now that just isn't fair," he murmured, moving his hand from Shilo's wrist, releasing it, to rub down her side. "Body play isn't a fair fight."

"Streets aren't the place for being fair," Shilo said, voice lowered. She kicked off the wall, surprising Graverobber. She forced him back and that's when he felt cool steel. Just as before with the Z-addict, Shilo pressed her blade next to Graverobber's groin. "Maybe you'd like to rethink my offer," Shilo said.

"Now isn't this a turn of events," Graverobber laughed, his cheshire grin returned to his face. He held his hands up in a mock surrender. "Alright you've got me. I'll show you where to go. Just don't cut off my dick. Is that a deal?"

Shilo studied his face for a few moments, trying to determine if he was lying. She closed her knife. "Lead the way."

"Right now," Graverobber asked, looking up at the smog filled sky. It was turning a lighter shade of dirt grey. "It's becoming day, Kid. Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

"You're not getting out of my sights that easily," Shilo growled. She gripped her closed knife tightly. "If you don't show me now, then I'll be staying with you through the day. Lead the way regardless."

Graverobber frowned. Christ, she was persistant. Seems like there was no getting rid of her that easily. "If that's the way you wanna play," Graverobber said.