indie, semi selective crime oc. will have triggering content. written by katie, she/her, 21+. oc, crossover and duplicate friendly.

                "    Hey,    Jim    Jones    would    slurp    that    drink    from    the    koolaid    man's    taint    himself.    "    A    finger,    shoved    in    her    direction    though    not    malicious    at    all.    Teasing    in    nature.    Not    everyone    had    a    taste    for    this    god    awful    beer    like    he    did.

                He    swallows,    readjusting    in    his    seat.    "    I    din't    grow    up    rich,    Didi.    I    like    to    humble    myself    sometimes,    remind    myself    of    when    I    was    thirteen,    drinkin'    shitty    cheap    beer    in    the    empty    lot    next    to    the    twin    towers    when    they    were    still    there.    "    Also    because    he    doesn't    know    what    the    fuck    a    sommelier    is,    but    he    doesn't    admit    that.    "    I've    got    a    stash    of    expensive    shit    in    the    cupboard    in    the    kitchen.    Go    nuts.    "

                A    hand    moves    to    pat    at    her    thigh    once,    twice,    three    times.    Digits    squeeze    at    her    flesh.    "    Make    me    a    list    of    what    you    want,    I'll    make    sure    t'stock    up    on    it.    "    Nick    removes    his    hand    and    takes    another    sip    of    his    shitty    beer.

At this point in time he's just pushing her buttons. He finds it funny. It's in his nature, if he doesn't upset at least one person a day, has he really lived ?? He has a quota to fill and she is on that damn list. Looks like it's working.

you keep bringing this ‘illegal’ thing up as if it means something to me.