Trust Me RP

Auberon
Auberon rolled his eyes and gave Sly a can you not hear? look. "I'm almost 100% sure I said no. But thanks for the generous offer, I do appriciate it." He ended the sentence with a smile of mock graditude.

Parker
He shook his head. "Nope, I think what I said last time was it." 

Sly
He gave Auberon a hard punch to the stomach. “Still no?” 

Auberon
Auberon grunted and closed his eyes to regain his senses. "Y'all are wimps... beating people up without a fight," he shot back, his voice noticeably shakey.

Brooklynn 
Brooke nodded, crossing over to sit next to him on the loveseat. Good. He didn't tell me anything. She laid her head on his shoulder, some of her hair falling over it. "This is probably going to sound dumb, but I missed you," she said quietly.

Sly
“Call is what you like” he replied, giving him another punch, this time across the face. 

Auberon
"I'm calling what it is," Auberoon challenged, licking a bit of blood from the inside of his mouth where his gum had been pierced by his teeth. 

Sly
“And I don’t give a flip” he replied. He pulled out a hammer. “You want your hands to be like Outlaw’s?” He questioned, gently tapping the hammer on his palm with a smirk. 

Auberon
Auberon eyed the hammer, for once not coming up with anything smart to say. He shrugged helplessly and nodded, giving Sly a it's hopeless look.

Parker
Parker smiled, trying to ignore the way his pulse quickened. An inner voice yelled at him as he turned his head to the side and buried it in her hair. It was soft, like he had thought, and it smelled good. "Then I guess I'm dumb, too, because I missed you," Parker whispered back. The voice telling him he was messing up went quieter with every inhale of her scent until Parker had fully relaxed. 

Sly
“Alright” he said with a shrug. He slammed the hammer on the ends of Auberon’s left hand. 

Auberon
Auberon probably made some squealing noise (much to his dismay), but the pain that shot through his hand seemed to make him hard of hearing for the moment. He tried to move his hand when the pain had subsided somewhat, but only to get more intense pain. "Got anything better?" he challenged again, his voice cracked with stress.

Brooklynn 
This could be great, a small voice in her head said, if you weren't trying to manipulate him! I'm not, Brooke shot back, small shivers crawling down her spine as he buried his face in her hair. I'm going to fix this. 

Sly
“I think I do” he replied with a cold smile, going over and grabbing a baseball bat. 

Auberon
Auberon looked at the baseball bat, his mind fluttering to a memory of when he accidentally whacked his best friend, Josh, over the head with a baseball bat. 
Auberon managed to hold back an actual laugh, but gave a small sputtering one, smiling stupidly. "Bring it on."