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A laborious attempt at opening creased lids was quickly subdued by the sunlight filtering through her moth eaten curtains (’curtains’ being a loose term for the old bed sheets she’d draped across the windows to act as such) proceeding to roll onto her side with a loud groan to shield herself from the glaring attack. Smothering a pillow over her head for extra protection, Revy had every God given intention of resuming her post-booze up sleep, if not for a sudden light tapping at her door just moments later.
“Hhnnnnngghrrr!!!!!!” Another groan split open from dehydrated, chapped lips as she took a glimpse at the clock on her bedside table. 11:03 am, that was practically the crack of dawn! What kind of mindless savage bothered the good people of this Earth during these wee hours of the morning! She would have been happy to ignore the intrusion until it went away...but it didn’t. The airy, ditty rapping away on her door frame just went on and on and on and ON until no choice was left but to uncoil from her alcohol and sweat stained sheets and impart murder onto whoever was on the other side.
Not bothering to dress herself more than the last night’s underwear still clung to her form, a single one of her beloved pistols was fished out of her holsters and off Revy went on the short (but filthy) trek from her bedroom to the doorway of her shoddy apartment. Mostly emptied bottles of rum spilled out and soaked into the greyish, worn carpet, and cartons upon cartons of half eaten take away food were kicked out of the way or trampled on until finally, the door was in sight.
Cocking the trigger of her weapon, Revy flung the door open and pointed the barrel square between the eyes of that asshole awaiting on the other end. However, upon seen a familiar mop of dark curls hidden beneath the world’s ugliest hat, her ire simmered down, if only an iota, she’s feeling merciful--but not by much.
“Oh it’s you.”
“Fine, as we’re old friends ya’ can have 10 seconds to tell me what you want etched on your grave before I blow your fucking brains out....Ten....Nine....Eight....”
















