@uro6oros - Starter I Promised!
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Her laughter was light, airy, and sweet; her sparkling eyes and toothy grin could draw anyone in, but it was the personality and undertones that kept them. It seemed effortless, her CHARISMA. Oozing, infectious, promising something more underneath. Nobody was that squeaky clean, after all. Especially someone as cutthroat as her.
And that was what kept Wesker coming back.
Beth had graciously accepted his offer to meet at his home to discuss business. It became very clear very quickly that this was more than just a work thing. No, as he invited her to sit closely and offered alcohol and non-professional questions, she realised what this was. And she was enjoying it.
A hand had found his hair a while ago, fingers playing idly with strands and their knees touching. They asked away, curious and perhaps a little brash, but one question caught her attention: what do you do for fun? Her lips spread into her usual SMIRK, nothing out of the ordinary but certainly harboring something more sinister.
"I CHOKE people to death with my bare hands," It was so deadpan, Beth's accent masking any ounce of jest within her reply. Maybe it wasn't a joke, and maybe the sudden air of tension was real. She swirled the glass of whiskey in her hand before taking a long sip. Upon setting it down to her knee, she gave a half-assed chuckle. "I'm joking! I buy, repair, restore, and sell old things. Cars, motorbikes, radios, etcetera," She shrugged softly.
"What about you, hm? What does Mr. Wesker do for fun? It better not be giving me that look."