seaswayedā:
@loosemoralsā liked for a starter!
Ā Ā Ā ā cass, you missed me? ā
Ā honeyed words speak in a friendly jest,Ā Ā his legs dangling off the deck,Ā Ā his eyes trained Ā on this land-bound companion. there is a bottle of cold beer in one hand, joint in another. Ā he merely watches her before jumping off, body crouched down, squatting on the pier.Ā
Ā Ā Ā ā did you bring fried chicken? ā
Ā theĀ firstĀ ofĀ anyĀ courteousĀ trade for marijuana is to offer fried chicken from his favourite Ā fast food restaurant, of course.Ā Ā though, recently he has gained an affinity for the korean Ā fried chicken stores that had started to pop up.Ā
Ā Ā her lips quirk toward a half-smile. it doesnāt crack her veneer of solidĀ steel. cassie Ā Ā hack didnāt do house visits if there wasnāt an undead waiting to lunge at her throat Ā Ā and call her a slut. perhaps byĀ criterion, anyĀ highĀ schoolĀ wouldĀ do.Ā thenĀ Ā again Ā Ā rulesĀ were meant to be broken, and golden boy lived on a fuckinā boat.Ā
Ā Ā rumpledĀ Ā remnantsĀ Ā ofĀ Ā the brown bag that held half a chicken, deep fried in beer Ā Ā batter, balls perfectlyĀ Ā intoĀ her palm as it forms a makeshift handle. vlad would kill Ā Ā her, should he know that sheās backĀ here against all the saintlyĀ decisions there are Ā Ā to make. for fucks sake, she told him, theyĀ killĀ for aĀ living.Ā whatāsĀ oneĀ blunt? he Ā Ā worries sheād spiral. sheĀ reminds him her spiraling left her with eight toes.Ā a good Ā Ā time never hurtĀ as bad. still,Ā Ā cassieĀ Ā remindsĀ herself to cut him some slack. vladĀ Ā Ā meant well --Ā Ā heĀ livesĀ on this shithole earth asĀ a child in a giantās body, heĀ wasĀ Ā Ā her better half.Ā
Ā Ā shoving the bag into his chest, the smile twists into a wicked grin.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āeverything you need for a heart attack at thirty-five, old man.ā
















