getaway car

[binaflores]

NO U ARE HAVING SEX WITH TWO SEPARATE MURDERERS

    “Still impressive.”

[binaflores]

have u ever seen remis dick

    “No, I’ve been lucky enough to avoid that.”

[binaflores]

CORBINS FUCKIN LIKE 5 BITCHES GURLLL WRAP IT BEFORE HE TAPS IT!!!!!!

    “Thanks for the tip.”

[binaflores]

do u know ur fucking a murderer? two, actually

    “I’m two murderers?  You have to admit, that’s pretty impressive for one person to pull off."

[binaflores]

u think ull ever have a family again?

    “No.”

[binaflores]

if u had to use a food item as a dildo what would u choose? cucumber? eggplant? MELON?

    “Summer squash.  But I’d be careful shoving food up there.  I heard about a girl who used a cooked hot dog once and it snapped off inside her.  Had to go to the hospital to take it out.”

[binaflores]

i wanna slurp ur milk... and then i wanna let the milk stache crust up on my face as a warning to my enemies

    “...okay.”

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must be kinda sad to have no goals in life lol

    “It’s actually really great.  No goals, no stress.”

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whose pants do U want to get into????

    “My own.  It’s weird to put on other people’s pants.  I don’t recommend it.”

[binaflores]

H O M E M A D E   D Y N A M I T E

corbininman​:

     He watched her go, unable to keep a smile off his face – rewarded when she glanced back to wink at him. There was no way he wasn’t following her; he was too intrigued not to, but he waited two minutes before getting up, leaving his blazer over the backrest of the seat so the bartender wouldn’t think they’d run out on the check. Corbin crossed the large, open floor and headed into the hallway where the bathrooms were, hoping as he slipped quietly through the door that there was no one besides Bina in the women’s room.

     Stopping just inside, his eyes landed on her, stood by the sink, lipstick in hand. She met his gaze in the mirror.

   “You wanna tell me what we’re doing in here?”

    Bina's eyes met Corbin's and she couldn't help the small smile that crept up her face.  He asked what they were doing in there and she wondered if he was truly unsure, or if he just wanted to hear her say it.  She turned to face him and reached around his body to lock the bathroom door.

    Her lips met his, applying just the lightest bit of pressure as her hand rested at the back of his neck.  “So,” she pulled away with a smile still on her face.  “What do you think of the new game?”

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theforgottenangel19​.

“I don’t know like…it’s hard to explain. Maybe it’s just me being weird with people.” 

    “A common side effect of living underground, I’m sure.”

    “Did he say anything else to you?”

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theforgottenangel19​.

“Nah, I just had a burger from Joe’s truck,” he answers. He does still, make his way to the fridge to get a cold bottle of water out. 

“So what’s in the package? ‘Cause Warner was being really weird about it. I’m not sure I understood him fully because his words do that running together thing, but I think one of the statements went ‘ ask ‘er, ‘f y’think she’ll tell ya,’“ Angel adds, mimicking Remi’s voice before he took a drink of water.

    “Weird how?”

    “Just some work thing I needed him to get to me.”  She held the brown envelope in her hand, looking it over, like just the weight of it in her palm would tell her what she needed to know.

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theforgottenangel19​.

“True but like, got to make sure you know? You act like people getting snatched up is unheard of in this city,” Angel answers as he closes the door behind him, making his way into the kitchen. Once he does, he takes the envelope out of his pocket and slides it on the table next to her plate before he took a seat across from her.

“One Remi Warner delivery for ya.”

    “Sure, but typically not in broad daylight.”

    Bina took a bite of her sandwich and when she spoke again, her words were muffled by the food.  “Thanks.”  She held out her hand for the package.  “You hungry?  I think I have some snacks in the pantry.  And get some water.  It’s hot out.”

[binaflores]

theforgottenangel19​.

After Angel had finished his “food poisoning,” as Remi had called his delicious lunch, he decided to go ahead and visit with Bina. He makes his way down to Bina’s house. He knocks on the door twice before he opens the door, poking his head in. 

“Binaaa? Ya home?”

    Bina was halfway through the sandwich she’d gotten herself for lunch, sitting at the kitchen table of her uncle’s old house when she heard the double knock on the door.  She’d unlocked it earlier, expecting Angel to show up at some point after Remi texted her to let her know he’d passed off his delivery.

    “The door wouldn’t be unlocked if I wasn’t,” she called back to him.

[binaflores]

HOMEMADE DYNAMITE

corbininman​.

   “It is,” Corbin agreed, placing his glass back on the table as Sabina pulled out another coin. He listen attentively as she spoke, doing his best to conceal his surprise when she divulged to him the detail about Remi’s father. Probably that had been the source of… if not animosity, then at least distrust between them.

   “I’m very sorry to hear that.” It always broke his heart, the tragedy people went through – and reminded him how fortunate he had been, in a way. At least up until he had joined the Crybabies. Joined the fight against the Government, up to his ears in death and destruction. He still couldn’t understand why his parents had wanted that for him, but he knew he’d never ask. Sure, it had opened his eyes to the realities of the world they lived in, but it had also put him through a lot of pain that he might have been shielded from in ignorance.

   “Would you like to keep playing?” he asked, offering up a small smile in response to her own.      “Maybe we can play something else.” Sabina lifted her hand from his thigh, and a moment later he felt the tap of her fingers as she walked them upwards. Corbin reciprocated her smile more genuinely, raising his hand that wasn’t leaned on the backrest to the side of her face, running his thumb with a feather-light touch along her jaw.    “What did you have in mind?”

    Bina tapped her fingers against Corbin’s thigh one, two, three times as she smiled at him.  “I’m going to get up and go to the bathroom.  I’ll be in there for exactly five minutes.  If you decide in a minute or two that you’d like to join me, we’ll play the new game.  If you don’t come, then I’ll return with a fresh coat of lipstick, finish my drink, and come up with something new for us to do.”  She slid out of the boot, smoothed down her dress.

    As she made her way towards the bathroom, she tossed a quick glance and a wink over her shoulder before disappearing behind the door.  The time illuminated on her watch when she turned her wrist towards herself and she started an internal countdown as she waited to see what Corbin’s choice would be. 

[corbininman]

HOMEMADE DYNAMITE

[binaflores]

corbininman‌.

     Fate. Corbin smiled back at her, then took her cue and had a sip from his own drink. Sabina continued with a follow-up question about his story, and he found himself immensely relieved that it wasn’t ‘what happened?’ He felt the warmth of her hand return to his thigh, and with the index finger of his arm that was laying over the low backrest behind her, he traced, with a feather-light touch, a small circle on the back of her arm.

   “Port Reyes, on the coast. Not a bad change of scenery, just… bad timing, I guess.” Had they left earlier – had they met earlier – Corbin would’ve stayed in that city, with her, for as long as she would have him. But it had been too late, and his conscience had gotten the better of him. Leaving the memories behind, he glanced at the coin purse, then let his eyes rest on Sabina’s again. “You’re up.”

    “Port Reyes,” she repeated.  “It’s nice there.”  She’d been once, for her tenth birthday.  Vito had insisted that the only way to celebrate her first double-digits birthday was with a vacation.  They’d packed the car bathing suits, towels, beach toys, and a few small, neatly wrapped gifts that she’d open at breakfast on their second day there.

    Her fingers dipped back into the coin purse and she fished around until she found one that felt newer.  The copper itself was smooth beneath her fingertips, like it would still be shiny and new when she pulled it out, but the markings on the coin were prominent still and not yet worn down from decades of use.     She’d been right - it was still shiny, still new.  It must’ve been within the last couple of years.  But then her eyes scanned the copper for the year and she realized suddenly why she hadn’t ever used it.  Why she’d kept it safely tucked away in the coin purse that she almost never used because she had no one to play her old game with.

    “I’m about to significantly bring down the mood of this date, but, this was the year my parents died.  Well, my sister and her boyfriend, but they’re the ones who raised me.  My biological parents died when I was about four, so I don’t really remember them.”  She turned the coin over gently in her hand.  “It was Remi Warner’s father who did it.  Hank.”  Instead of putting it back in the little pouch, she tucked it into a pocket inside of her purse for safekeeping.     “Sorry,” she said, forcing one of her oversized, signature smiles onto her face.

[corbininman]

HOMEMADE DYNAMITE

[binaflores]

corbininman‌.

   “I did.” Corbin nodded. Acid. Not the most pleasant subject for a date. Freeing his mind of the thought, he watched Bina contently as she picked another copper, her face lighting up with laughter as she recalled an appropriate memory for their game.

     He laughed with her as she told her story – he couldn’t help but think of the Crybabies, because that type of elaborate but ultimately mostly harmless revenge sounded exactly like the kind of thing one (or several) of them would do, given the chance. He suspected the store would’ve smelled of rotten fish more often, had they not all been forced to breathe the same air, and was grateful, for a moment, that they’d all been crammed under the same roof, and not more spread out like the Killjoys with their housing containers, or the Lost Boys with their treehouse, or even the Soldiers, scattered across several abandoned floors of the tall laboratory building.

   “Well. Hopefully she didn’t spread any more rumors about you.” Corbin reached into the purse and pulled out another copper, squinting a little as he tried to read the year in the dim lighting of the locale. The coin was worn, but it wasn’t that old.

   “Let’s see. I… moved out of town for a few months, made a giant mess of things, and had to come back. It was supposed to be a fresh start, but in the end I suppose it turned out more like a long, disastrous vacation.”

    Bina took a slow sip of her martini.  “Oh, she did.  But most of them ended up being true.  Some sort of weird, self-fulfilling prophecy, I guess.  Or perhaps I was just fated to do it all, anyway.”  She took another sip and winked at him, recalling their first conversation about fate and destiny and whether or not people had true control over their lives.

    “So, the unofficial rules state that you are not allowed to ask questions until the end of the game, but I’m curious now and I’m a firm believer that rules are loose guidelines and they should frequently be broken.”  Placing the glass back down on the table in front of her, she let her hand rest on his thigh again.  “Where’d you go?”