bro you fucking shot me

"Sure, sure," Lucas said, taking full advantage of his chance to feel smug in the face of Adam's excuses. (He saw them as excuses anyway, after the man had so blatantly said he could get past the barrier). Snorting softly and finally turning his attention back to the wound in his shoulder, Lucas fished around and grabbed the bullet at last, offering it back out to Adam. Well, no use wasting it, right? "If 'growing horns and tempting you' is metaphorical, I like my chances. 6.5 or no." As he began to walk away admitting defeat, meaning Lucas had technically won this little bet, the Ascended fell into step beside him, though he shrugged off the cold. "Depends. Where would you like to go? The tavern in the shithole? Or maybe the shabby houses in the shithole? Oh - what about the settlement a little further away from the shithole?" LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk