That was quite literally a roller coaster ride to hear. No. What a god damn train wreck.
You couldn’t help but nod back half out of being impressed, the other being slightly mortified. You weren’t even that cruel to the people or demons you’d killed. Shit.
“–That’s um, yeah that’s good thinkin’. Yeah, don’t leave with anyone in a bar.” What else were you supposed to say ‘You should go to a clinic and get diagnosed’? You’d rather be stuck with your boss alone for a night then incur the wrath of a psychotic woman. Or what you assumed to be one anyway. You had a pension for judging others and making assumptions of them through your first interaction with them. This woman was no different though you were sad to say most of your assumptions were right. Violent, random and crude. Nice.
So long as she wasn’t thinking of swinging anything at you, you were alright conversing with her. Not everyday you found someone with a similar mind set to your own. “So, did his mom actually have a dick or were you just pissin’ him off by sayin’ his mom had more balls than he did.”
Rubbing the edges of her dried lip, Manah thinks on her new company’s words for a time; guess she’d never thought about just NOT leaving with strangers in the first place. But there had been something impulsive about the whole ordeal; being drunk, picking the first pretty face she saw and then headed back home. This sort of thing wasn’t uncommon for the redhead -- the decisions part -- yet the sexual part was most certainly a new one; often times she made it a point to just do the business herself. People left you, they used you... but it was fine if they were her own fingers? And an object? And yet she had that craving, that NEED.
Snapping back to the conversation her dramatic pose for thought changed, slumping further onto the bar until her ass wasn’t half-off the stool. “ I was just pissin’... that fucker off is what.” A low-pitched squeal escaped her in what could only be described as an inhaled hiccup, “ he was such a little fucking BITCH about it. Men always think they’re men until somethin’ doesn’t go their way, and so they gotta be TAUGHT a little sumthin’. But... doesn’t matter, he can’t do no learn’n now.”
“ Is that why you’re here? Lookin’ for some ass? ” With a bored expression the woman examines her empty shot glass, her chin rocking from side-to-side childishly on the bar top. “.. or maybe a fight. Always easy to find in the ritzy places if you wanna make rich folk squeal, the bodyguards come and damn do they make you work for it. ”
