Since We Are Related (Lacy)

"Mom's an option. It's 2011, it doesn't have to be a guy." He said, his hand reaching out to mess up her hair after she fluffed it.

She swatted his hand away as she saw him reach for it. "Call me crazy. But I, one of the most untraditional people around, would like a bit of normalcy at my wedding." She smirked. "There's going to be loads of colored hair and tattoos at the damn thing, and that's just Jeff." She joked.

He sighed at the swat and would think about his next move as he continued to talk to her. "Hm..if that's the case, I should get my mow-hawk back and bleach it blonde with some pink. I'll fit in."

She'd never frowned so hard at him in her life.

He grinned. "I know, you love the idea."

"Not afraid to fight you."

"You must not be afraid to lose either."

"I think you know from experience that I might not win but you're just as hurt as I am in the end."

"All that matters is that I win, you don't do that much damage."

"Care to find out again?" She smirked.

He sighed and picked up Lacy, casually tossing her over his shoulder. "You sure you want to go there?" He asked, looking around for somewhere to dump her at.

She kicked about and slammed her fist in the middle of his back. "You're not safe! You're not safe!"

He didn't really finch at the kick or punch. "You started this. Brought this upon yourself."

Lacy hit him again before reaching down to grab the back of his underwear, pulling up a bit. "Swear to God, I'll do it."

He shook his head and one hand reached for the top of her pants. "Think you'll be worse off than me. Think I wont?"

"I won't be affected, the kind underwear I'm wearing prevents that." She smirked still keeping her grips on his underwear.

"Then I guess we got to option two." He said, acting as if he was going to put her down, and he did, but none too gently.

"Ow, god damn it you dick!" She exclaimed as she hit the floor.

He laughed at her, shaking his head. "You're tough, you'll be fine. Walk it off."

"I'm fragile when the time calls for it."

"You aren't getting any sympathy from me."

"Would you at least help me up, then?" She held her hand out.

"You aren't that hurt, get your ass up." He said, holding out his hand anyways.

She took his hand and got up, shoving him lightly as I stood. "You know, I'm starting to think that I was the favorite, because you and Damien were just mean bastards. Obviously, you still are."

He shook his head at the shove, barely moving. "You weren't the favorite, we were all bad seeds. "