And NotAgain!1)
Sometime before they2) were ever married.
Contender Marcell3) grabs an empty glass from the bar top and raises his glass to her. “Cheers.*hic*” He then promptly passes out on the bar top for a full minute, before regaining consciousness.
Contestant Willow grins, “Cheers,” and watches him pass out. She finishes off her drink as he wakes up.
Contender Marcell sits up and rubs his head. Then looks at Willow, his eyes back to normal. He smiles gently, then looks around. “Since when did I end up here?” He blinks.
Lance Corporal NotAgain runs out of poisoned letters, so removes a copy of The Enquirer from his pack with his lower arms, leans back on his upper ones and starts reading.
Contestant Willow bursts out laughing.
Contender Marcell stares at Willow, confused, then tilts his head to the side. “What's so funny?” He arches an eyebrow at her.
Contestant Willow clears her throat, “Well, you came in from the jungle, all hopped up on Galactic Garbleblaster crap, then was seemingly drunk, the sky was apparently after you, and I'm a furry angel.”
Lance Corporal NotAgain blinkblinkblinks as he realises his copy of the Enquirer is unreadable for some odd reason.
Contender Marcell takes this all in for a minute, then looks at the remains of his faithful crossbow. “Well, that explains how I broke that then..” He then grins at Willow and chuckles.
Contender Marcell continues. “Furry angel?4) You? Angel?” He snickers. “Not in a million years.” Under no circumstances could she know he actually enjoyed her company.
Contestant Willow glares at him, “Fine, well y'know what, I'm glad you broke your crossbow then.” she crosses her arms.
Contestant Willow tries not to smile.
Contender Marcell pouts at Willow and glares back. “Fine! I hope your eyeballs pop out from glaring too much! I bet that you didn't know that!”
Contender Marcell is grinning, on the inside.
Contestant Willow glares harder, just to prove, it doesn't make your eyeballs pop out! “Well, I hope your glaring gives you a bad complexion and makes your eyeballs pop out!”
Contestant Willow is stifling a lugh.
Contestant Willow sighs. A lugh? A Laugh
Contender Marcell holds back his laughter. Boy, is she cute when she's all worked up. “What an awful thing to say! I hope that your face gets all wrinkly and that your hair falls out!”
Contender Marcell raps the bar top as if to demand authority, which doesn't really work when you're a kitty.
Lance Corporal NotAgain chuckles to himself. Anybody who thinks that glaring doesn't make your eyeballs pop out has obviously never been a zombie!
Contestant Willow looks outraged, “I hope your intestines fall out of your rear and your ears droop to your arse!” she blabbers, using wide gestures to indicate the length from your ears to your arse.
Lance Corporal NotAgain arches a brow at Willow's last statement. He's gonna remember that one!5)
Contender Marcell rises to his feet, glaring down at Willow. “I hope your head explodes and that your boobs drop to your ankles!”
Contestant Willow is trying very hard not to laugh, “Well, I hope your brain squirts out your nose and you can't walk anymore cause your balls sagged so low that they anchor you to where you stand!”
Contender Marcell can't help himself anymore. He glares at Willow for a full ten seconds, before bursting into laughter a leaning against the bar-top, gasping for air.
Contestant Willow glares back and breaks into a wide grin. She starts giggling and burts into laughter.
Contender Marcell reaches out and hugs Willow, almost on impulse, still laughing. “Jesus christ, I'm sold! Where the heck do you get this stuff from?!”
Contestant Willow still laughing, shrugs, “I dunno it just came to mind”
Contender Marcell realizes what he's doing and lets go of her, his face going scarlet. Still laughing softly, he manages to calm down and clear his throat. “Ahem..yeah. Sorry about that..”
Contender Marcell says something else but it isn't audible.
Contestant Willow sees his face turn red and pokes him “It's fine” she frowns, “Sorry, what'd you say?”
Contender Marcell shrugs and waves her hand away. “Oh, nothing nothing. Don't worry about it.”6)