Liquor, Liquor Lips

"Hey, I overheard a rumor that you were into like, heavy intense bondage. That true?"

“Well, define heavy intense bondage”

“It’s okay, I’m not going to force you to talk about it”

“Thanks” she said, pulling her sleeves over her hands before presing them against her eyes. She normally had raccoon eyes anyways, just normally not that splatter-y

"Hey, I overheard a rumor that you were into like, heavy intense bondage. That true?"

“Well, define heavy intense bondage”

“Maybe they did but nobody explicitly said so?… Vi, you need to stop seeing just the negative side of things, I’m pretty sure not everything is as bad as you make it sound”

“To be fair, I didn’t speak to a lot of people. I mean, I was a really lonely kid” she said “Sorry but I’d really rather not dwell on the past?”

"Hey, I overheard a rumor that you were into like, heavy intense bondage. That true?"

“Well, define heavy intense bondage”

“Yes?… Wait, you don’t consider me one?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just...I’ve never...” she said, getting a bit choked up “...had people who really considered me a friend? It-it’s always been the ther way around”

"Hey, I overheard a rumor that you were into like, heavy intense bondage. That true?"

“Well, define heavy intense bondage”

“… What?”

“You...actually consider me your friend?” she asked, a little dumbstruck by it.

"Hey, I overheard a rumor that you were into like, heavy intense bondage. That true?"

“Well, define heavy intense bondage”

“Maybe because you’re my friend?…” He sighed. “It’s fine, forget it, let’s drop this”

“Wait, no, hang on. You...what?”

"Hey, I overheard a rumor that you were into like, heavy intense bondage. That true?"

“Well, define heavy intense bondage”

“I don’t see why they couldn’t do it on their free time but… It’s your decision after all, like you said, you’re going to be the one meeting up with them”

“Considering they have really no reason to?” she asked, making her way towards the game room as her phone went off “Aw fuck”

lawlessenforcer

That would hurt in an hour, the buckshot lodged in the skin of his chest, some of the shot having hit the titanium rods in the left side of his chest. The girl’s aim was off, and he’d moved when he saw her draw the shotgun, but the impact of metal on metal had jarred his ribs; bringing Alistair down anyway.

The kick certainly didn’t help, but he could take it, and the enforcer brought himself to his knees; smooth-bore of the gun greeting his face. He didn’t even try to draw his own gun; she hadn’t reloaded, and she’d definitely have a fun time, now with only one hand on the shotgun itself.

Alistair had been in far worse situations, not a glimmer of fear or doubt as he looked past the gun. “Just doing my job.” He said, unperturbed, suppressing a laugh. He wasn’t scared. Not by the Decker’s bravado; nor by the shotgun in her hand, the enforcer let her have her moment.

Regaining his breath, the urge to pick the shot from his side went ignored and with his crimson eyes fixed on the girl’s, he brought up his right arm. Slammed his hand down on the barrel of the shotgun and twisted it from the girl’s hand, using the momentum of his strength to swing it into one of her knees.

The calm had definitely caught her off guard, though it more aggrevated Vivienne than anything. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? What caught her even more off guard? The barrel of her gun slamming into one of her knees, hands letting go of oth her phone and the gun, the screen showing a fairly large crack from the impact.

Oh hell no.

“Stupid mother-!” she said, pulling back nd throwing a right cross that nailed him hard in the jaw. Thank god for frustration training, even she could feel the power behind that. And god did that feel good. Another cross, paired with her foot nailing him in the chest and he fell. That’s when she took the opportunity to straddle his chest and throw one punch after another into his face. Part of her did think about crushing his windpipe with her thighs, but she really didn’t want any bits getting that close to his mouth.

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"Hey, I overheard a rumor that you were into like, heavy intense bondage. That true?"

“Well, define heavy intense bondage”

Nathaniel’s voice changed to a deadpan tone.

“Whatever, do as you want, it’s not like I’m dating people that can track them for you either…”

“I don’t want to burden them with it either.”

lawlessenforcer

“And why should I trust the word of some lackey?” He doesn’t care either way, the man could easily find work in other cities, and had been turning down contracts to stay at home for the week.

“I’ve been working for the Saints, as well, anyway.” The remark sounds flippant, accompanied by a twitch at the corner of his lips. “Highest bidder, and all that.” Alistair tilts his head towards the door with a sly grin. “I let those guys into your territory.”