Oz

Are you done is the question? Silence is far sweeter.

Victor shook his head “y-you s-shouldn’t do t-that..” he muttered finally looking up a little at her. He was still shy considering that she just kissed him and was trying to sleep with him. He had never been in this situation before and didn’t know how to handle it. One minute he’s completely invisible to the female population the next he comes here and so many women wanted to talk to him. It confused him and scared him. “W-what’s your n-name?”

"Oh sweetheart, you definitely should," she drawled, a smirk playing on her lips. The guy was clearly incredibly uncomfortable - and that just made the situation all the more fun for Oz. She didn't particularly mind if he didn't take her up on her offer, after all there was sure to be another sleazy douchebag lingering that she could fuck. "Oz Brians, and you?" She chuckled in response to his question.

I..I j-just. d-don’t t-t-think it’s r-right. *swallows and looks away from her* Sex s-s-should b-be with s-someone y-y-you c-care ab-bout….r-right?

Nah, of course not? Whatever gave you that impression? Have you never heard the saying -

B-B-But I.. I b-b-barely know y-you… *gently tries to push her away and stop himself from looking at her eyes* I-it’s n-not p-p-prop-per…

Who gives a shit about proper? You're hot, I'm horny, let's go for it. What kind of guy turns down the offer of sex, huh? [she runs a finger down his chest, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively] 

Oh yes...definitely.

Go away!

Are people around here ever in the 'best of moods'? All I ever hear people say is 'go away I'm not in the mood'.

Hey, do ya mind helpin’ me out for a second? I mopped around around me so that I’m stuck on this chair, if ya could just slid that one over or somethin’ that’d be nice.

[she stared for a moment before rolling her eyes, pushing the chair to the woman]

"Uh... I'm here to clean."

"Oh for fucks sake...well, go ahead then!"

Who are you people?

"No, I'm here to tell you to shut the fuck up."

By now,

It's hard to forget someone you don't know.

I know you missed me,

I don't even know who you are.

"Beautiful name to match a beautiful face, I see." She let her free hand run absentmindedly over the bears head, petting the small animal. "Casey." She finished for her, her face contorting into a grin. "Casey Westwood at your service, darling."

"Mm, I suppose so," she chuckled, raising her brow. Her eyes were trained upon the bear - still rather wary, though curious all the same. "Well, a pleasure to meet you Casey Westwood, and thank you for sharing your food with me."

When Jane thought it was safe she lowered her hands, taking a few tentative steps toward Oz. Her eyes went a little wide as she watched the knife slice her leg. “Oz..” She said going to take the object from her but it had already fallen to the ground. “Lord.. Oz.. I don’t know let me look.” She said, taking the girls hands in her own, not caring about the blood. “Sit down, I’ll pick the glass out… and then we can..can figure out if you need to go to the med tent or the hospital.”

Oz staggered back, leaning heavily against the nearest object with her good hand. Her eyes never left her wrist, watching the blood pour as her head started to spin. She sat down upon Jane's orders, not even really thinking to question it. "I don't know what happened," she hissed, holding her hand out as she used her good hand to put pressure on her leg wound. "What...what did...Jesus. I'm not going to the hospital. I'll find Farrah or someone to help fix me up with magic if it comes to it."

"She is?" Beth asked while looking down at her feet. "That is good to know. Good good. Beth will try creeping next time she walks." The girl frowned while she stared at the woman. "Is Oz sure? Beth thinks that Oz might still be a little bit mad." She whispered while looking down at her feet.

"Yes, she is." She rolled her eyes again, already exasperated with the woman. She stood, hiding the weapon away once more. "Does Beth not already creep whenever she walks? Or attempts to anyway. Yes, Oz is sure. I am not mad."

I’m just cleaning, but I can stop singing if that’s bothering you.

Yes, do. Otherwise you may end up breaking the glass you are attempting to clean.