"I kinda hope it isn't over." Mustang smirked, moving away, easing her arm back around Lot and she kissed his temple. She looked at Hagar, half smiling. "Do you want your daughter growing up with people who think they can talk to her like that because of her label, or her mothers? If they figure out they can't mess with one of us they won't mess with any of us. If I have to take a beating for it then I will."
"He's a little fish, we my sister are not and he needs to learn." Mustang offered her a small smile as she threw back her drink. "And I only lapdance if people ask me very very nicely."