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Antony rolled her eyes at his reaction, continuing to drag him to her duplex, "Stop ******** looking at me like I'm a monster, or you'll be in for more than just a panic attack today."

He wasn't too hard to pull along, and soon enough, she was unlocking her door and then shoving him inside. The duplex smelled faintly of smoke, but it was mostly aired out due to the windows having been open since yesterday morning.

She carefully set her laptop bag on the kitchen counter before turning to glance at the armless man. "Sit," she instructed, pointing at the couch in the living room.

"Anything to drink? Eat? Smoke?" Antony for some reason felt like she had to be a good hostess. Maybe it was the fact that he was handicapped, or the fact that she had just dragged him here against his will.

"Well then," she began, glancing him over before sighing and following him into the living room. When she moved to sit down, Antony quickly stood up the moment her rear came in contact with the couch cushion.

So she remained standing instead, hands raising to unclip her hair and tussel it a bit so it wouldn't dry flat. "Look," she restarted, pausing a moment to glance down at him before speaking, "I'm not going to hurt you, but I'm not going to lie to you... And this, obviously, is some heavy s**t..."

"I wouldn't be doing this for you if I didn't think you'd wet yourself if you saw one of the further along islanders..." She gave him a pointed look before sighing and disappearing into the kitchen, returning moments later with several bottles of alcohol and two glasses. "Didn't know what you drank... And a little alcohol may take the edge off...." she explained in a gruff voice before pouring herself some Goose.

"We're all test subjects... Some lured here, and others washed up... Either way, we're all turning into animals because of the injections they are giving us..." There, she had taken his island virginity. "Any questions Zachary?"

It was obvious that she wasn't going to hurt him.

Didn't drink? Well that would explain a bit, and then if he didn't have sex... Well that would explain a lot.

His sudden change in demeanor surprised her, especially since this was the man who had been close to pissing his pants not five minutes ago. Her jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed at his accusation, grip tightening on her glass before she immediately downed its contents with a low hiss.

"Do I look like someone who ******** beats around the bush?" She barked, rather irritated that he wasn't taking her seriously.

Staring at him for several moments, she finally raised her eyebrow and kicked off her flip flops before she shucked off both her pants and thong. Stepping out of the lower garments, Antony immediately turned around to give him a very good view of her tails, and then some.

The woman looked back at him, eyes burning with a mixture of pain and anger. "Do these LOOK like a ******** costume to you?!" Her voice wavered through her anger, but she gritted her teeth and pushed the still touchy emotions back for now. "I'm not that much of a ******** b***h."

It wasn't long before she bent over to pull her underwear and pants back on, zipping them up but leaving them unbuttoned to avoid the pain they caused her new appendages.

"I'm not lying," she said quietly, looking away from him with a sigh as she tried to compose herself.

"You'd think a person with one arm wouldn't be so judgemental..." Antony grumbled openly, crossing her arms over her chest before she glanced back up at Zach.

His expression amused her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from cackling in sheer joy, which she covered with a smirk. Oh this boy was entirely a virgin. Antony could tell.

Oh this was just a perfect way to brighten her mood.

"Fine," she said, agreeing with his last statement and waving towards the door, "But remember, I told you the truth... Despite how entirely ******** up it is..." The woman sighed, dismissing the one armed man from her duplex.

"Suit yourself," Antony said lazily, not catching the name drop. The s**t would hit the fan sooner or later, and the woman was pretty sure he'd be coming back to apologize at some point.

But for now, it was time to get utterly smashed.

Zach heard footsteps on stairs. Was that Antony girl not already finished humiliating him?

A look over his shoulder confirmed it was someone new. A short brunette with a greenish glimmer to her, as well as somewhat large feet. She was delicately doing something with her hands as she made it to the ground floor.

He ran his fingers through his brown hair a moment before wondering what he could do. She, too, appeared to have a hasty, scaly costume. Maybe he'd humor her and prove once and for all that it was just a little prank for the newcomers to this 'village'.

"Another islander, are you?" he called out to her. He'd be less friendly with them, from now on.

French name, he noted.

All seemed normal with her... 'till the tongue flicked out of her mouth.

That couldn't be faked. Was he seeing things? Or was this girl really tuning into some kind of reptile? Either way, his strength deteriorated at the sight that yellow tongue.

Gulp. "Y-yes..."

Strange thing to say about a harmless island, even as a joke.

"Oh... Thanks, but... yes... I'm just not used to the... choices of costume here." He picked a little at his loose sleeve with his right hand, trying as hard as he could to keep from displaying his nervousness.

Please, please, please let that tongue be a fake.