Ever been alone with a symphath? That's what you are right now. Alone. With me. Look around you.
You still have time to run, but that just makes it more fun for me.
Then again, Here Comes The Weekend.
This is my opinion on this Friday.
Because I can’t help myself.
Dangerous hobby you have there.
*I am completely fucking screwed. How did this even happen? Christ, I’m pretty sure Rehvenge had fucked me over on this, but it’s not like Trez or iAm were any help either.
And I can’t help noticing @DocJane_BDBRW’s hand in things.
How did a slow night turn into this fucking nightmare?
Circling my desk slowly, I glare at the thing sitting on top. That shit does not belong here at all. Was this some sick bet? A twisted dare?
Damned if I can remember how it all started.
I feel like I can’t suck enough air down into my lungs. Like that thing on my desk is going to jump up any second with a life of its own.
Some idiot suggested karaoke night @ZeroSum_BDBRW – that’s what started this whole mess. Mr. Bright Idea had to go and suggest to Rehv that karaoke might be a nice change on a slow night.
Nodding slowly to myself, I ease down in my chair, glaring at the golden case on my desk.
Kara-fucking-oke. But that wasn’t bad enough. Nope. Mr. Bright Idea thought that staff should be the first to embarrass themselves. Break the ice and pave the way. Rehv wasn’t about to ruin his pimptastic image, and those fucking Shadows claimed they couldn’t sing. And did I keep my big mouth shut? Of course not.
“The whole point of karaoke is that you don’t have to sing well, you just have to get up and sing.”
Yup. Those words left my dumb mouth, and the three Stooges thought that was an excuse to try to get me up to do karaoke. Head of Security standing up to pretend to be able to sing. Yeah, that shit wasn’t happening.
Gingerly lifting the gold top off the case, my breath leaves me in rush.* Oh fucking hell… *Yeah this is worse than I thought. Why did I say I’d rather wear cock sucking pink lipstick than sing karaoke?
Picking up the tube, I check the bottom to see if it’s actually called “Cock Sucking Pink.” It’s not, and I guess I should be thankful for small favors. Pretty sure it’s the same tube @DocJane_BDBRW kept leaving around my room after she patched me up. Winding the thing up, I sniff it suspiciously. It’s not as bad as some of the face paints my adoptive mother used, but it doesn’t smell like anything I would voluntarily put near my mouth.
Probably best to do this with the help of a mirror. Winding it back down, I recap the tube and head for the nearest washroom.
This night cannot end soon enough for me.
Grimacing at my reflection, I open the damn lipstick again, and slide the stuff on my lips. It’s… waxy? Oily? Sticky? However I try to define it, it’s disgusting. Sealing it back up, I slip it into my pocket.
I may knock the teeth out of the first fidiot who makes a smartass remark about me wearing cock sucking pink lipstick.*
How Much More Stupid?
*As much as I hate dealing with the CPD and 911, I’ll take a busy night over a slow one any day of the week. Two OD’s hauled out of the club already. Both with empty packets from one of the low end dealers at least, so there’s no problem with the in-house supplies. A trio of underage girls trying to pretend they could hold their liquor. A twelve man brawl over god only knows what. And to top it off, some lowlife has been trying to drug drinks to get some play. Which would be the third call of the night to 911. When I catch that fucker he’s going to feed my symphath side. The new cilices are doing a great job helping me keep myself in check, but some fidiots deserve that kind of pain. I only have vague descriptions to go on, but I had Chuck mark time on the security feeds, so I’ll check the footage from the bars after @ZeroSum_BDBRW closes for the night. The chirp in my earpiece threatens my last nerve, and I nearly clock a human yanking my hand up to bark an answer.* What? *My staff knows the kind of night we’ve had, so we’re all on short fuses right now. “Got one of our regular drunks getting loud in gen pop. He’s talking a foreign language and acting like he can’t understand us. Wouldn’t bother you boss, but it’s that same one you use sometimes. What was it called again?” Yeah, I have to deal with this one myself.* On my way, Mack. Just keep him from getting handsy until I get there. And it’s called Old Language *Switching for the last two words. It’s not great that my bouncers recognize that, but it’s not really bad either. Always good to know when my drunk and disorderly has fangs. Good thing my staff knows their jobs well. The disturbance is barely noticeable, and only because I’m looking for it. Rolling my eyes at the offending party, I wonder what brilliant conspiracy theory he’s cooked up tonight.* I got this now, Mack. Ladies? *Raising my brows, the rest of my bouncers scatter back to their rounds, and I switch over to the Old Language. Which probably has another name, but that’s a question for @ScribeV_BDBRW and her cult of sister-wives.* What’s going on tonight, Glenforth? Think it might be time for you to slow down. Let’s call you a cab. *This prick only has two modes when he’s drunk, and he can switch from over friendly to violent in a heartbeat. He spent a couple of years playing like he was hot shit, throwing around cash back in VIP, but lately he’s been out with the masses, drinking domestic and counting his pennies. Takes me a few minutes to make sense of tonight’s rambling. “Back off, bitch! The king stole my daughter! Had those Brothers take her… they’re probably passing her around right now. No, he’s got doggen. He would have had them take her. I used to have doggen. Why the hell didn’t I mate Resha? Sure, she had six toes on her left foot, but that meant her father was paying big to get her mated off. I’d still have doggen then. They would have kept #Wrath from stealing her to whore her out to the Brothers.” Great. New theory on the missing daughter. At least he’s not looking for her in #Rehv’s working girls this time. If the female has any brains, she’s probably found another group of vampires to stay the hell away from this dick.* #Wrath has better things to do than steal unmated females. Come on, let me get you that cab.*Glenforth is easy to guide around when he’s spouting conspiracy, but experience has shown he always loses his shit when we hit the front doors. Nodding at Big Rob, I divert Glenforth to one of the side exits, knowing that my team is already killing the alarm and calling the taxi. The male beside me is still ranting about all the perverse things probably being done to his only young and hasn’t spotted the door yet. Getting ready to dial down his aggression, I try a new tactic.* Why don’t we go sit down and you can tell me more about it. Sound good? Hell, we can even call the leahdyre of the princeps council. *Riiiiight. Like I would bother #Rehv for shit like this. I’d direct dial the mansion let the guy harass #Fritz before I’d waste #Rehv’s time on a delusional drunkard. Thank god I’ve stuffed this fucker in a taxi a few times before. I don’t have to try to get his address anymore. As soon as he spots the car, Glenforth starts trying to haul ass back into the club.* You’re going to see the leahdyre, Glenforth. Remember? Take your grievances with #Wrath to the princeps council? *And doesn’t the fucker start beaming as he jumps in the cab. “I could have been on the princeps council if I’d mated Resha. They would have found a way so I wouldn’t tell anybody about that extra toe.” Smiling tightly, I give the cabbie the info he needs as Glenforth continues jabbering away. By the time he gets home, he’ll probably forget where he got in the cab in the first place. My earpiece chirps for attention. Again. Fuck. How much more stupid can get packed into one night?*
The April Fools Day AVI. You won’t catch this female in a gown again!
The nearly naked AVI.
No Concept of Boundaries
*Grabbing my phone to check the caller ID, I cringe before answering. The last time I got a call from Ye Olde Ball Gag and Chains, it was Alonzo, checking to see if I found his little cupid.
Just in case, I decide to answer in the Old Language.*
*A beat of silence passes on the other end before #Halvdor’s voice comes across. “Hello. I’m looking for Alex?”
Halle-fucking-lujah! If I’m lucky, I can get my new cilices before I start @ZeroSum_BDBRW tonight. I answer in quickly in English.*
Hey Halvdor. Sorry about that. Last time there was a call from this number it was Alonzo.
*I’m sure Halvdor can hear my eyes rolling as I say the name, because he starts to chuckle. “He’s not good about boundaries. I’d say I hope he didn’t give you a hard time, but I think he’d be in the hospital if he’d tried. I was just calling to let you know the cilices are done, anytime you want to come by. Like I said though, you should try them on here so I can be sure they’re fitting well.”
Hoping like hell Halvdor won’t need to make any adjustments, I check my watch.*
I can be there in twenty minutes, if that’s okay with you?
*I should have paid more attention to the hours the last time I was in the shop. “Sounds good. I’ll see you soon. Alonzo’s not in tonight, just in case you were wondering.”
Thanking Halvdor, I end the call and shove my phone into my pocket, grabbing my jacket as I head out. No idea if I could make this drive sticking to the speed limits, but I don’t really care. Blasting my way into Caldwell, I know I’ll have to slow down once I’m in the city proper. My bad side seems to have picked up on the fact that it might be getting shut down more effectively tonight, reaching out for grids along the way. My eyes are probably red, but given the area I’m going to, I can always sell it as contacts.
Pulling in to my usual spot, I head straight for the heavy iron door, not even glancing at the window display. Halvdor nods at me while he finishes with a customer at the cash.
“Right back here, Alex.” He opens a box, the cilices laid out neatly inside on a white cloth. “Hope they match up with what you were looking for.” His eyes narrow briefly as he looks at my face, and he shrugs almost imperceptibly before his expression smoothes out.*
These look good. Really good. It’s a nice, tight weave. Lots of barbs. You’ve got a change room around here?
*Halvdor picks up the box and guides me to a velvet draped cubicle, complete with an old-fashioned dressing screen. “I sprayed them down with antiseptic after I put them in there, and they’ve been steamed. There shouldn’t be any filings or rough bits left, but if there are, I’ll fix them right up.” Setting the box down on a dainty little table made of cogs and gears, he leaves me to try them on in peace. Pulling off my boots and leathers, I quickly see that I haven’t really thought things through. I’d already put on the half-ass excuse for cilices before I got the call these ones were ready.*
Shit. Halvdor? I don’t suppose you’ve got a towel I could use?
*If this was Alonzo, he’d probably already be in here offering to clean me up. Instead, I hear a deep chuckle from a few feet away. “I wondered if you’d think of that when you said you’d be here in twenty. Got one ready for you.” A thick, white towel is flipped over the top of the privacy screen without even a hint of Halvdor trying to peek over.*
Thanks. Are you sure? This is white…
*I leave it at that, knowing I don’t need to go into detail about stains. “It’s all good. They’re always getting stained. I’ve even had sparks land on a few. Let me know if I need to adjust anything for you.” Popping the old ones off, I hold them both in one hand while I towel off my thighs with the other. Wrapping them in the towel, I drop the load to the floor, and grab the first new cilice, wanting to get them on quickly, as I can tell I’m right on the edge. Tightening the mechanism, I admire the workmanship. I’ll have a lot of leeway if I need to adjust these. Hissing slightly as I feel the barbs sink into my flesh, I lock the first in place and then repeat the process with the second. A couple of squats, a few kicks with each leg, and no shifting at all.*
You mind if I just wear these out? You can melt down the old ones for all I care.
*Halvdor’s voice is farther away than last time. I’m pretty sure he moved when I hissed the first time. “That won’t be a problem. Does that mean you want me to do up the second set for you?” Pulling my leathers back on, I think about what a mess it’s been dealing with these crappy substitutes.*
I’d appreciate that.
*Shoving my feet back into my shitkickers, I grab the mass of terry cloth and metal and make my way to the cash. Halvdor is already ringing me up. “If they give you any problem, just come back in, and I’ll adjust them for you.” Grinning suddenly, he corrects himself. “Maybe you should call first to make sure I’m in. Wouldn’t want you putting Alonzo in traction without someone here to call 911 for the poor bastard.”
Handing over the cash, I shake my head.*
I wouldn’t want to trash your shop. You’ve got a nice assortment of restraints, though he’d probably get off on that.
*Halvdor rolls his eyes. “Like I said, no concept of boundaries, but he does good work. I’ll give you a call when the next set is done.” Thanking him again, I leave the shop, feeling my stride settle back to its usual rhythm.
No more worrying that I’m going to pop a cilice open by walking normally. Throwing a leg over my Ducati there is still no give to the hold on my thighs. I’ll be a few minutes later than normal getting to @ZeroSum_BDBRW, but this is the most in control I’ve felt in weeks. If the payoff is the staff not having to worry about me snapping their heads off, it’s more than worth it.*
Stealthy Fucking Assassin Makes An Entrance
Xhex: *I am a coward. A first-class, grade A, fucking coward. And the damn stack of folders agrees with me. Glaring at me from the table, it’s the only thing out of place in my cabin. No stack of magazines to hide the damn thing under, nothing for it to blend in with, and nothing but excuses keeping me from sucking it up, taking the damn thing to Vishous and admitting that I need help. Pulling on my jacket, I grab the folders and stuff them in the front before zipping my jacket closed. I could demat to the mansion, but the ride will help clear my head. Stepping out into the sun, I lock the door behind me and grin. Beautiful thing about daylight is I don’t have to wonder if Vishous is out on rotation, and I get the added “fuck you” of waking him up. Not the best way to ask for a favor, but I doubt manners are going to keep him from asking questions I don’t want to answer. Kicking my Ducati to life, I head for the mansion. Ah, fuck. Vishous doesn’t have a room in the mansion though. Nope. He and Butch are in the other building, the Pit. Can’t go banging on that door during daylight and expect it to be opened, so I’m going to have to run the doggen gauntlet to get in. Painfully efficient as he is, Fritz might even have John Matthew waiting for me before he opens the door. Goddammit! Not something I really want to deal with, but the main door is the only way to get inside the complex without someone letting me in to the underground garage. Before I know it, I’m passing through the first gate, cameras already announcing my arrival as I pass each gate. Why the hell didn’t I just demat? Oh yeah, because I’m the fucking idiot who thought a ride would be nice. Stealthy fucking assassin has to make an entrance. Parking neatly at the end of the row of cars in the courtyard, I eye the front door of the Pit. No way that door is getting opened right now, and I resist the childish urge to pound on it before going through the mansion. Bad enough that I’ll probably wake DocJane as well, no need to turn into a human teenager. Stepping into the vestibule, the second door clicks open almost as soon as the first closes. Sure enough, Fritz is practically bouncing on the far side, flipping between anxiety over an unexpected guest and eager to help. “Mistress, how good to see you. Is Master John Matthew expecting you? Shall I fetch him, or send something up for the two of you?” Biting back my sarcasm, I force a smile.* No thanks, Fritz. I’m actually here because I need to see Vishous. No need to wake John Matthew, and I can show myself to the Pit. There’s an entrance underground, right? *The old doggen’s face falls briefly, brightens, then falls again. “Oh yes, of course there is an underground entrance to the gatehouse, but mistress, I believe the occupants there would be asleep as well. I am quite certain Master John would wish to be woken, and more than willing to help you occupy your time until Master Vishous is available.” The faint flush creeping across Fritz’s cheeks tells me more than I want to know about the current opinions in the mansion, as does the way his face falls even further before his next statement. “Or, I could prepare a room for you, of your own, that you might rest for the day?” Great. Badass assassin, and one eager doggen has me feeling like I’ve kicked an entire kennel full of puppies.* No thanks, Fritz. And I know I’ll be waking Vishous. I’ll take full blame for that one. *Slipping quickly to the door under the stairs, I really hope the old doggen doesn’t follow. Maybe I should have waited for night, but that also would have meant a bigger audience and more questions. Slipping down through the office and down the hall, it doesn’t take long to spot the door I want. Nothing but a doorbell and a camera. Leaning on the bell, I wait a full three seconds before pounding on the door as well, glaring at the camera the whole time.*
Vishous: *my body wrapped up around Jane’s, completely comfortable, in a light sleep, my face buried in her hair, both of our bodies finally had given into sleep just a short 90 minutes ago from our…nightly ritual…my worshipping her body, and my brain is finally offline for a few minutes of rest when all of a sudden I bolt upright out of bed, dagger in my right hand, in less than a millisecond, protecting Jane’s body with mine, adrenaline and rage soaring through my body, until finally I process that the annoying sound is the doorbell I rigged up, and I curse in all of the 16 languages that I know. Telling Jane that I got this, and she should stay in bed, that I will be back in a second, I pull some warm up pants and a black tank that I found where I left them on the chair, when I got hot and heavy with Jane this morning. I hear Butch’s hoarse voice yelling out into the hall way, and I know my boy probably had the same reaction I did. I tell him to get his ass back in the bed with his female. Still cursing, I head on over to the Four Toys. I take a swallow out of the tumbler I left here of vodka last night, and pull up the camera. I curse even louder as I see who it is…Xhex. What the hell does she need at this time of day? Couldn’t she just leave a message with Rehvenge or something? Shaking my head and frowning, I get my ass up out of the chair and walk over to the door, opening it a crack and blocking it with my body* You can tell time, symphath, so this better be good. You woke me the fuck up. *glares hard and flexes my palm* Where is the fucking fire then? Or did you just come to sell some girl scout cookies? *grumbles as I wait to find out what emergency has landed you here, searching for me, which I find odd. Only help you should be needing here could be handled by John Matthew or Rehvenge so this must be pretty spectacular, yet I will wait to hear it before I let you in*
Xhex: *Glaring right back at Vishous, knowing this would not have gone down any better if I had shown up during normal vampire business hours.* Good morning to you too, sunshine. Believe me, I have considered every fucking other alternative before bringing this to you. Twice. Nobody else has that I know has the computer skills for this. *Pulling the folders out of my jacket, I hold them up, but just back from your reach.* I also seriously do not want anyone else knowing fuck all about this. That includes you. Unless I’m wrong, someone in the human government or one of the bigger corporations doesn’t want anyone to find what I’m looking for. *Holding the folders out to you now, my heart racing at as I think of just how much you’ll be able to figure out from this information.* You tell me to fuck off now, and I’ll hand this over to some hacker human kid smart enough to find what I’m looking for. I’ll probably have to scrub his brain down to nothing, but I’ll do it if that’s what it takes. This is important. And this is personal. For now.
Vishous: *glares and stays completely still, my body ready to react to whatever the emergency is, ready to go off and kick something or someone’s ass for getting me out of bed where I was enjoying being with my shellan, my eyes flashing as I listen to your words, my jaw set tight as you extend the folders towards me. I reach to grab them but then you stop me and I crank up one of my eyebrows* Look at you with the threats, true? Saying you’d bring humans into this shit. What have you gotten involved in? *frowns deep* enough dealing with laws of the vampire race and symphath race, now this is something involving the human government? Good job. *smirks and then gets serious* Tell me why first and then I will help you. I will warn you though….*takes the folders*
Xhex: *Rolling my shoulders as you take the damn folders, mostly to resist taking a shot at that smug jaw of yours.* For a smart male, you can be pretty fucking stupid. For it to be a threat, you would have to give a rat’s ass about whatever human I paid to do this. Simple. Fact. You won’t do this, I will find someone else. *Refusing to feed your ego by admitting it would be a long search, I also ditch any thought of implying you can’t do it, since we both know you can.* Those are all the articles I could find about a building that burned down. And all the info about who owned the building and the land. Problem is, it wasn’t a storage facility, none of the companies and banks listed as owning it really exist, and there is not one single mention of the body that was in the place when it burned down. *Grinding my jaw, knowing I’ll need to tell you eventually, I spit out the last words.* I need a name for the body. And. His. Son.
Vishous: *smirks and nods* No I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about the human, but it would be a complication that is not needed with everything else going on. Sounds like you managed to get yourself involved in something good. *smirks* Might even take me 15 minutes to find intel on this. You did not answer my question, however. I want to know why. You and I don’t do social calls. *stands firmer in the doorway, still cranked out that you woke me up, and intrigued by the scenario that has unfolded in front of me, I decide to read your thoughts since you are being stubborn*
Xhex: Well thank you, Captain Obvious. Good to know you can pick up on the subtle details. *Feeling a nudge at my mind, kind of surprised it’s taken you this long, but pissed all the same. First thing that pops to mind is that tacky 80’s vacation ad Rehv always used to block me. Follow that up with Rehv naked and let you chew on that. Or maybe there’s another male I’ve seen naked that would hold your interest. Letting myself remember that one night at the club with Butch.* Trying to get inside a sin-eater’s head? You should know better.
Vishous: *reading your thoughts, first amused at finding the beach scene, not shocked that you managed to block me so quickly. I hiss as it switches to a picture of naked Rehv, but it switches quickly to Butch, and growl, getting out of your head like it is a vat of acid, seething struggling to keep my voice down so that it doesn’t alarm Jane, Butch or Marissa* What the fuck, symphath, you come here, for help, something that only I can do for you, and you pull that shit? Look…be straight up, true? *growling lower* Stop being stubborn and tell me, right now, what you are up to. Or get the fuck out….waste time by needing a human techie to find this intel for you…this isn’t something they can find…
Xhex: *Crossing my arms over my chest as I continue to glare at you.* Me pulling shit? I did not invite you to go looking around in my mind. Hopefully now you get how fucking serious I am about not wanting what I’m about to say getting out. To anyone. *Kicking my jaw up, keeping you in my peripheral in case you decide to take a shot at me, I take a deep breath and push down the worst of my past.* Medical research facility. I know when it burned because I burned it. I know there was a human body in there because I killed him. *Flipping my eyes down the hall where I know the medical suite is hidden behind doors, never meeting your eyes, but never letting you entirely out of my sight.* And I don’t know the fucker’s name because he didn’t introduce himself before he started experimenting. On me. For months. Happy?
Vishous: *frowns deep and sets my jaw, I can definitely understand the complexities of a past and not wanting to go into it. I had my share at the Bloodletter’s camp. I understand how deeply personal this is now* Now I know what we are dealing with, true? I will find the intel. The information will stay tight with me. Unless it becomes a sitch that the Brothers need to know about. *raises an eyebrow* May I recommend something?
Xhex: Depends on what you recommend. Frontal lobotomy is off the table. *Still not meeting your gaze, I know I’d better get this last part out of the way now.* And yeah, it is a sitch the Brothers need to know about. I already told Wrath the son has abducted at least one vampire. You guys have your hands full with lessers trying to take out civilians, but once I know where to start looking, I can find this guy. I’m not going to be stupid and try to take him out alone. For all I know, he’s got a complete facility, fully staffed. *Finally looking you in the eyes.* I can do this. I can bring back full intel on whatever this psycho is doing and where, and then plan a surgical strike. Don’t know if Wrath thought I was planning a blaze of glory moment, but he wasn’t keen on letting me go after this fucker. Didn’t try to specifically forbid it either.
Vishous: *thinks I need to meet with Wrath about this ASAP, especially if there is yet another threat out there to the vampire race. Lessers, Lash, plus Wrath having to deal with Xcor and his bastards and a bitchy glymera, there is a lot going on* I recommend talking to John Matthew. Have you tried that, lately? *one of my eyebrows cranks up* This is extremely dangerous. What I do find will have to be shared with the Brotherhood. We have to all strategize. *meets your eyes to slam home my message* You are not handling this yourself.
Xhex: *And the bonded males’ club rears its neanderthal head again.* That’s your recommendation? Ask the male who bonded with me for permission before going out and doing something dangerous? Because I haven’t been doing dangerous shit and surviving for centuries before John Matthew was even born? I already got that shit from Wrath, and you know what? He’s not my king, and Rehv is smart enough to know I’d do this anyway, so he won’t put his royal foot down. *Holding my hand out to you, palm up.* Give me the damn folders back. I will take this to some human, and come back to ask for backup once I’ve got all the intel we’ll all need. Or maybe I’ll just get Trez and iAm to back me. Shadows are matriarchal and I am beyond sick of this male bullshit. John Matthew doesn’t own me any more than I own him.
Vishous: *chuckles deep and gives a wry smiile* Yes, we all know about your cougar tendencies. I am not talking about how long you’ve been surviving on your own. John Matthew is part of your future now…talk to him. Support each other, true? He knows you aren’t Martha Stewart. Stop with the stubborn symphath routine and trust the male. *glares and tucks the folders further under my arm* You are not getting these folders back. This sitch is in motion, true? No going back now…let me get back in and find news on this fucker. Not just for the race, but for you, too. I will shoot you a text when I am done..
Xhex: *Feeling a chill as you talk about John Matthew being part of my future, I wonder how much is bonded males having each others’ backs and how much of that statement is your rumored visions.* Since when did you go all relationship guru? He wants to talk to me, he knows where to find me. I’ve tried a few texts, and got no response. *Cracking my neck to one side as an image of Murhder jumps to mind. He had to go crazy to come to his senses, but he hasn’t once tried to get hold of me. Maybe John Matthew is already seeing the all the downsides of trying to be with a fuckup like me.* Not that it’s any of your fucking business anyway, but I’m not some pre-teen human female that chases after any male who shows interest. I hunt a male, its to get information, teach him a lesson or end his life. *Not break his heart… yeah, not going there right now.* I’m willing to work with the Brotherhood on this because it pisses me off that this guy is targeting vampires at ZeroSum and IronMask. The last folder has a couple of shots of him and his partner, but they’re just security footage in a crowd. *Yanks the zipper of my jacket back up, wondering what’s going to be waiting for me back inside the mansion.* If we’re done here, I’d like to clear out before Fritz goes around announcing my visit. Or tries to offer me a room for the day again.
Vishous: *smirks* Since Jane entered my life. You texted him? Yeah. Because that is solid, true? *shakes head* He is home right now. I am serious. *meets you directly in the eyes again* Go talk to the male. Put your big girl shitkickers on and go talk to him, explain. I know, from being with Jane, the best moments are when you work together. This is an all hands on deck sitch. *I open the folder and take a quick look* This shouldn’t be too hard. Keep Fritz busy, let him fix you up a room, then again…he probably already has one ready for you. *listening to make sure everything is still quiet in the Pit*
Xhex: *Jaw tight, looking away quickly.* I appreciate you looking into this for me. And hell yes, everyone will probably need to get involved to stop this shit. But my relationship, or lack thereof with anyone at all, John Matthew included? *Glaring directly at you, thinking again about punching that smirk down your throat.* Not. Your. Fucking. Business. Feel me? *Turning on my heel before I start a fight I don’t need to, I head back down the hall.* Don’t get so wrapped up in the lovey-dovey shit that you forget to text.
Vishous: *smirks* Don’t worry. You’ll get your text. When I am good and ready. *turns and shuts the door, heading back into the Pit, shaking my head and cursing. I have to get to work on this immediately in DMs. Before I sit down at the Four Toys, I put some hot chocolate on for Jane to have when she wakes up, since I can’t crawl back in bed and keep her warm with my body*
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