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Ambling back around 20 minutes later with a bag full of liquor slung over her shoulder and her arms full of snack food she procured for gods know where, Antony had a hard time opening the door and keeping everything not crushed and in her arms. Somehow she managed. All the booty she was carrying was dumped onto the counter to be dealt with later.

First off, Grey Goose went into the freezer because cold Goose always tasted better. Then, a good percentage of the alcohol absconded was put away in an empty cupboard. A bottle of Captain Morgan and whiskey remained to suffice them for tonight, or right now.

Taking a bottle in each hand and heading back to her room, she was surprised to be welcomed by the smell of not pot, but regular cigarette smoke. Didn't bother her in the least and she set the bottles down on the nightstand nearest to them. "The Captain's wondering if you're feeling better."

A cheeky grin donned her face before she disappeared once more from the room to find some shot glasses and to properly dress her wounds. Never fear though, she soon returned with two shot glasses and a freshly lit cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She even tossed him the rest of her pack in case he wanted another smoke.

Yep, she was definitely trying to make amends.

"I have my sources," she responded cheekily, "Glad so see you're not too debilitated."

While he swiped a cigarette from her, Antony nearly tripped over an opened suitcase that contained all her clothes. She glanced warily at Jamal, but after figuring he wouldn't mind too much, she knelt down and began to sort her clothes into various drawers of the dresser. All her unmentionables, when she came to them, were tossed into a deeper, bottom drawer. The people at the Vicky's by her house even knew her on a first name basis.

Shirts and tanks were thrown into another draw, jeans and pants in the one above, and then anything else leftover got thrown into the second drawer down. She left the top one free for now, tossing a box of condoms back at Jamal, "If you're not too broken, toss those into the nightstand for me please."

Ha, one suitcase down. Soon it was zipped up and then thrown in the corner of the room for now. Out of the way.

Finally satisfied that she got something done that day, Antony turned her full attention onto the lovely, but broken, black man sprawled on her bed. "Now what am I going to do with you?" The question was asked in a helpless manner as she stepped closer to snuff her cigarette out in the ash tray.

Antony beamed, taking his comment as a compliment. "When you've lived and been in situations like I have, learning to fight comes with the territory." A 'you know how it is' look was tossed in his general direction before she made her way over to the unoccupied side of the bed. She sprawled out on her stomach as well, motioning for him to but the ash tray between them while she lit up a new smoke from a fresh pack. Nevermind where she had gotten it from.

"Then what does the gimp suggest?" The woman asked as she reached behind herself to scratch her lower back absently. "Thanks for stepping in by the way... I tend to..." Trailing off, Antony took a rather long drag of her cigarette before continuing, "Bad temper." It was the only explanation she could come up with without getting into the entire reason she was apparently brought to the island.

"******** midget," she grunted, flicking some of the ash into the tray before taking another puff, letting the smoke dangle between her two fingers. Not really wanting to face the full truth at the moment, she conveniently didn't say anything about her being ...what she was.

"Heal quick hmm?" The question was left open and vague intentionally since Antony wasn't about to go about seducing him before he had properly healed.

Finishing the cigarette off, she snuffed it out in the ashtray before shifting into a sitting position, where she proceeded to shuck her boots and socks off, tossing them in the same corner with the empty suitcase. For a moment, Antony sat there, trying to remember if she had packed any sort of lazy around pants. Probably not.

And so the pants came off as well, tossed in the corner as well, metal belt buckle thunking heavily against the wall as it hit. Fluffing a pillow behind her, she leaned back against it and the headboard, stretching the rest of her out in front of him.

Yep, sans pants was definitely more comfortable.

She chuckled softly, having expected a response of the sort. He had taken one of her kicks in the jollies after all.

"Hm..." She murmured as she felt his finger tracing her biomech sleeve, simply watching him for the time being. The movements were soothing even.

Surprised at his question since she thought he would have already figured it out, Antony still answered. Maybe it wasn't that obvious. "Eh, duality really." Her fingertips absently traced her chest piece along the two words as if that explained everything. "My right arm is all biomechanical, and my left is organic," she motioned to the intricate floral design on her other arm.

"Love, hate... Good, evil... Light, dark... You can't have one without the other." Looking over at him, she held her inkless skin up next to his much darker skin tone. "Light and dark," she repeated, eyes sparkling somewhat behind her serious explanation.

Her eyes half-lidded as she enjoyed his tracings, and it was only when he stopped that she cracked open an eye and saw his expression. Thinking back to what she had said, Antony soon adopted a frown as well.

"Didn't mean to offend..." she trailed off quietly, as if she were trying to think of something to possibly feel better, "'Sides, a person's a person, and as long as you're honest and good in bed I'm smitten." Half joke and half serious, Antony grinned before rolling over onto her stomach, fluffing the pillow up for added comfort.

When in doubt, show some a** to cheer a man up.

"Yeah..." Antony was going to say something about the island, but soon decided that she didn't want to get into it quite yet. Her eyes followed his to the two unopened bottles and she cracked a smile.

"Pass the Captain before we start talking about sexual first times," she said, wearing an expression of utmost innocence as her eyes were showing a more impish one. But first, the alcohol must be consumed.

Antony pushed herself so that she was upright, legs spread lazily as she sat back on her heels, eyebrow rising upwards in a silent response to his challenge.

A second pop was soon heard as the Captain was opened, and without taking her eyes of him, she cocked it back to her lips, metal clinking against the glass as she took a long drought of the rum. It probably was not a good idea in the long run, but Antony wasn't one to pass up a challenge, much less a drinking challenge.

Her thick lips curled into a smug smirk, her eyes shining defiantly. "Now Papi..." she began, hand not holding the bottle's neck resting on her quad for the time being, "Tell me something interesting about'cha 'self."