rough touch. Fawn says hello.
@checksrepublic
8. my muse grabs yours’ hips
‘ Hey. ‘
Dahlia stepped towards the woman, adopting the tired confidence of a burnout guardsman mid-stride. This wasn’t exactly Vegas--not the best possible avenue for a shakedown--but it was an establishment with a door and Dahlia was standing in front of it.
‘ If you want in, gonna need to unarm. ‘
She wasn’t even entirely sure that the woman did want to get inside, but if she did, or if she wasn’t fast enough to slip away, Dahl was ready to make a few tips. Quickly grabbing the other woman’s hips and patting along the side of her thighs, she felt for the metallic crown of caps as well as holstered weapons.








