Strange roommates | Evan X Sierra
sieranderson:
“Don’t – Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! Not at all while you’re arrogantly eating a fucking pizza.” She huffed back, doing her very best to not freak out and in all honesty, the only thing to kind of keep her cool was to be an asshole. “Thirty two? You’re like an elderly person.” She murmured, still trying to focus on what was important in this situation right now and that truly was trying to find out whether or not Timothy was part of this whole situation or not. Because if he was, she had to get the fuck out of here. But why didn’t she feel like running if Timothy didn’t appear to be a part of this? Why was this Evan guy giving her a feeling of safety?
“I would quite like that, actually. Receiving his head with a bow.” She murmured, pouting her lips lightly in a thoughtful way. She observed Evan’s face thoughtfully, trying to figure out whether or not he really was full of shit. After a while of thinking – and stealing the last slice of pizza – she decided that frankly, she didn’t care. “I’m honored to be your only competition.” She said, leaning back in her chair. She took a swing from the bottle of Jack before lighting a cigarette, slowly allowing the smoke to escape her lips. “You know, a ten year anniversary seems like the perfect way to die, if you turn out to be full of shit.” She said, as serious as he told her that dying at the age of thirty two seemed fine. She shrugged her shoulders, taking another drag of her cigarette. “So why does Timothy loathe you?”
“I’m just eating pizza!” Evan protested as he pointed his slice towards her. They were bickering like an old married couple. But he didn’t see the wrong in eating his pizza and reading the newspaper. “Oh, that you, youngster.” He mumbled as he rolled his eyes. If she only knew he was actually even older. But he didn’t want to scare her more. It didn’t even scare her he had been covered in blood. Running his fingers through his hair, he tried to wrap his mind around Sierra Anderson. Why was she so different? Why did she give him a sense of calm?
“I’ll see what I can do.” He grinned as he picked a piece of salami from his pizza and popped it in his mouth. She was something else, she observed, didn’t jump immediately into action like they usually did these days. She thought about it, knew people’s weaknesses from the get go. It was a rare gift. “Well, I never said I ain’t full of shit.” Evan countered as he took a sip of beer and started to roll a blunt. “Just that I think Timothy is an asshole and I do nor ever would work for him.” He shrugged his shoulders before lightening his blunt and inhaled deeply. Sad it had no effect on him anymore unless he smoked enough. “Competition? I don’t know. I think it started a few years ago when he let a gang come after me and I killed about twenty of his men and send him a pinky of one of them with a nice card. I wonder if he still has it.” He titled his head thoughtfully.
“I wasn’t asking you for a favor.” She murmured, as he mentioned he’d see what he could do. She could murder someone herself, in all honesty – she didn’t need Evan to murder her ex. But she had figured out that even if Timothy would happen to die, she still wouldn’t have her ‘peace’ back. He’d make it his dying wish to whatever brainless pathetic assholes that followed him around to make sure they will continue doing what Timothy had always done. And they would obey, obviously. Because they were dumb and brainless. “At least it ain’t Timothy’s shit you’re full with.” She stated – pretending to believe he wasn’t. Quite something had to happen for Sierra to believe someone. Better prove it, or she’ll never believe a single thing. Bad habit? Not at all. A grin crossed her face, inhaling from her cigarette as Evan mentioned the pinky he had sent Timothy years ago. How she remembered that evening – and the pain it had caused her. “He did not like the pinky one bit. You didn’t just get the pinky of any dude, Evan. You got his cousin. Now I remember why he loathes you.” She softly said, breathing out the smoke she had inhaled. Yes, Timothy had kept the pinky. Pathetic reminder of the rage he felt towards Evan. She observed Evan for a while, meanwhile tapping the table with her index-finger. “They say you can’t be killed.” She said, pulling a face. Obviously, she didn’t believe in people who were unable to die.
