βThatβll teach you not to whine,β she jokes. Mercifully, she pulls her hand away and approaches the sink before wetting a rag. Sheβll take a shower at the end of the night, but she needs the excess off now. βHad to chase someone down in the fucking sewers.β
βDoooooonβt!β Ran grins as they recoil with a chuckle. βDonβt test me, Iβm barely out of the first trimester I could still puke on you!β She smirks and shows her tongue. βWhat happened though?β
βAnd you thought thatβd go well?β comes her knee-jerk response before she remembers that she should be nice. βI mean, people who do that kind of thing arenβt usually in a place to take constructive criticism.β
She should know, having dealt with Silco toward the end.
βAnyway, β
Jinx leaned over the desk with a hand covering her eyes. She felt like she had no more tears to cry.
-I told my boss he was selfish. His lover was dead and he... Brought him back. Like Silco did with me.
Jinx reached out for her crooked rib to caress it with her thumb. (+)
β maybe itβs a good thing. Take it from me β You donβt want to be stuck with someone elseβs mess like that.β
Taking a hit from her cigar, she exhales a large cloud of dark smoke.
βFine, but let me know when youβre sick of the pretty shit.β She wiggles her cigar a little for β
βWhat?β She grins as she walks over to a nearby sink. As she passes, she reaches her hand out dangerously close and wiggles her fingers in their face. βYou donβt like the stench?β
They lift their head from their crocheting project and frown softly. βHeyβ¦ ew?β She snorts with a smile as she stands, stroking her swollen belly, she should be around 4 months along now.
βYou donβt know me. Maybe Iβm loaded from all the suckers who think they can win against me.β
Shifting, she retrieves an equal amount of bronze pieces from her own pouch and slaps them down onto the table with a thud. βYou know the rules?β
βI donβt think you can afford a loss that big.β
From a pouch at her belt, she draws a small handful of bronze pieces. They clatter softly against the table, between them. βIf Iβm honest, neither can I. Weβll start small, yes? Call it ahβ¦ a friendly wager.β
β as she wants. It's obviously leading to borderline ethereal results.
"Yeah, you deserve a break," she finally responds. She decides not to add that the employees deserve one from her. "Whiskey. Do you even know me?"
As a matter of fact, she had hired a stylist, a woman even taller than her whoβd taken one look at her and said ββ¦ No. But donβt worry β Iβll fix it.β Her nameβs Thalia, and sheβs saved Sevika from embarrassment at more than one formal occasion sheβs been required to attend β
β idea. Can you guess what it is?" Another step closer; a hint of something unusually stiff between her legs brushes against Caitlyn's thigh.
A single glance around is all it takes for Sevika to know that Caitlyn's being picky, but it's her shindig, so she gets to be as picky β
Sevika does end up showing up first β partially because that's just how she's wired and partially because she's determined to be the first attendee to see Caitlyn's outfit.
Decked out in an all-black suit with gold trim and a black tie, she's let into the Kiramman manor. As β
β she suddenly stops to drink in the heavenly sight before her.
"You look..." She trails off. Every single thing she thinks to say is way too romantic to be calling a friend. Radiant. Breathtaking. Divine. "... hot."
Good save.
She finally tears her gaze away to glance β