middle children of history

rebecca "bex" mccarthy eighteen years young & member of the rag dolls violent ● impulsive ● ruthless ● dedicated ● independent

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[bexmccarthy]

Bad Girls - M.I.A.

[deesharpe]

212 ► Dee & Bex

"Well, we could stay here if you want,” Dee walked backwards so she could see Bex when she was talking to her. “But the night is long, and over there we can steal everybody else’s shit and save our own.” She grinned, the smile feeling more natural on her lips than a relaxed expression would at the moment. The other Rag Doll hadn’t been lying about the quality of her ecstasy, that was for fucking sure.

Already buzzed, Dee didn’t even pay half a mind to the evening breeze that was nipping at their clothes once they got outside, but it was a rather long and boring walk to the gas station, and no doubt a sobering one. Neither sounded very tempting. “Well. I’m not walking all the way to the station, that’s for sure.” She pouted. “Wish we had a ride.”

Then, she got an idea. A really, really brilliant one (or maybe that was the drugs). “Wait. Don’t some of the girls have dirt bikes or something?” She asked Bex, furrowing her eyebrows before the grin slowly lit up her features again. “Fancy some moderate-sized theft auto?”

[bexmccarthy]

At Dee's suggestion, Bex's mischievous grin practically turned illegal, danger twinkling in her deep blue irises. Wordlessly, she took the other's hand in her own, and dragged her around the back side of the church, where, sure enough, the figures of a few bikes lurked in the shadows. She threw the tarp off of them, adrenaline thudding through her, almost as intoxicating as the MDMA and the alcohol. Throwing a look of pure roguishness over her shoulder at Dee, she hot wired the bike as quickly as she could.

The bike rumbled beneath her as she swung one leg over, her body vibrating pleasantly as she revved the engine. "Hop on, Sharpe," she said with a smirk, almost as though she was silently daring the other, testing to see if Dee would chicken out.

"We've got a drug-infested orgy to attend," Bex purred out, her voice as sultry as the noise of the motorcycle. Her eyes lingered on the curve of the other's lips, the swell of her chest, and her throat tightened with a carnal sort of need. She had always been like a dog with a bone when her mind locked on a target, and Dee had captured her attention entirely -- at least for this night. 

[deesharpe]

[Squeals when Bex’s hand makes contact with her ass, trying to writhe away, but gets up following the other Rag Doll] Now who’s being a tease? [Grabs her hand]

[Pulls back] Now c’mon. Party’s waiting. [Whirls around and starts heading for the door, looking over her shoulder to see if Bex is following]

[bexmccarthy]

We were havin' a pretty nice party of our own, don't you think? [Quirks her lips in a smirk before she follows Dee out regardless, swiping a thumb over her lips and licking off the taste of liquor and ecstasy.]

[panmaxwell-deactivated20140819]

You haven’t stormed away from the conversation yet so I figured things were going rather smoothly.

[bexmccarthy]

It's either this or drinking alone until someone tries to put their hand down my shirt uninvited -- the latter of which I'm starting to think would be more enjoyable.

[deesharpe]

Now we’re definitely late.

[bexmccarthy]

Then I'll just take what I came for. [With ease, she flips Dee, one hand roving over the curve of her ass before smacking it lightly. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright when she extricates herself from the tangle of limbs, getting to her feet with a satisfied smirk on her face.]

[panmaxwell-deactivated20140819]

I’ll try harder next time.

[bexmccarthy]

Oh my fucking god, do you have an off switch? Because I need to press it repeatedly.

[deesharpe]

Maybe I would.

[bexmccarthy]

Was hopin' you'd say that.

[panmaxwell-deactivated20140819]

Maybe a handful, but they wind up usually thinking that it’s charming.

[bexmccarthy]

Newsflash: it isn't charming.

[panmaxwell-deactivated20140819]

I guess I’ll have to manage unless I find very intelligent five year olds at a drop of a heart. My heart will be missing a piece until that very moment.

[bexmccarthy]

-- Anyone ever tell you that you're actually fucking ridiculous?

[deesharpe]

Well, you’ve got me.

Are you going to make good on your threats, or will my poor, innocent butt be spared? [Laughs]

[bexmccarthy]

[Cocks her head to the side.] Wouldn't be any fun if you wouldn't enjoy it, Sharpe.

[panmaxwell-deactivated20140819]

You really got my hopes up. I am gravely disappointed. 

[bexmccarthy]

Poor baby. How will you ever go on?

[deesharpe]

Doesn’t count! I let you.

[bexmccarthy]

Sure. 'Course you did.

[panmaxwell-deactivated20140819]

Damn, five year olds getting philosophical. I wanna meet those kids.

[bexmccarthy]

Tough shit; they don't exist.

[deesharpe]

I’m super fast. [Stands up in the couch]

Invincible!

[bexmccarthy]

[Loops her arms around Dee's waist and tackles her down, pinning her, with a cheeky grin in her features.] Invincible, my ass.

[deesharpe]

Kinky! Well, you’ll have to catch me first.

[bexmccarthy]

What makes you think I won't?

[deesharpe]

I don’t mind. Your pants are pretty fucking cute, McCarthy.

[Catches her hand by the wrist and brings it close to her face, leaning in to lick the powder off Bex’s finger]

[bexmccarthy]

Rude. [She gasps in mock surprise.] Someone's asking for a spankin'.

[panmaxwell-deactivated20140819]

So am I lumped with a stereotype or just because I use sarcasm to deflect from my mommy issues?

Come on, we could actually get into a Freudian debate right now even with my drunkenness. 

[bexmccarthy]

Pretty sure you're a fuckin' idiot because you act like a five year old on pot.