bro you fucking shot me

Lucas arched an eyebrow at Adam and his suddenly appraising stance, resisting the urge to strike a pose as if to make his job easier, instead focusing on the hole in his... in... in himself. It was strange, actually - he swore he could see the bullet now, as if his body was actively trying to rid itself of the intrusion. He was about to dig a finger into the wound and fish it out when he was unceremoniously informed that he was a 6.5? "You can go off a person, you know," he drawled, though he did manage a smirk at the other man's speed of wit. "I think between the two of us you are the one who needs to prove themselves. I just walked off a gunshot. All you did was shoot at air - and miss." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk