Merrick walked quickly to meet him. Raising his head and pulling his arm backwards, he twisted Lucas' arm, against his back. "You will not call her a whore, not today, or ever. You don't even know who she is, and l am pretty sure you haven't met her either."
Lucas winced at the tug of Merrick's fist. He turned on him in rage. "Get your flithy hands off me." Lucas' face whitened as Merrick increased the pressure around his wrists. " Fool! Hurt me again, and l'll see you are thrown out of BlueBird with the trash you clean."
Merrick scooped Lucas head down unto the floor, and landed him on the left side of his trunk. He raised his head to reach Lucas' head with a blow.
Lucas ducked, letting Merrick's hand hit air instead. He managed to wriggle out beneath Marcus, and struggled to stand, but immediately, hit the ground again, cos Merrick had hit him on the head. "Stinking Janitor!" Lucas' cursed, as pain exploded in his head, another, in his side.
