#hookahqueue

The hacker stiffened at the introduction. What little she knew of Castor wasn’t pleasant and vaguely, Verdi wondered if Mark had been sent here to kill her. “Right..” She drawled, reaching into her pocket. Pulling out a joint, it only took her seconds to light it. A cloud of smoke rings left her lips as she replied to the other clone.

“And you want to get to know me why? What’s in it for you? If you’re looking for a new identity and shit, it costs 600. Jumps up to 12 hundred if you want the papers to go with it.” She pointed out before taking another drag off the joint.

   “Verdandi, don’t.” Rachel hissed, taking Verdi by the wrist and jerking her closer to softly snarl in her ear. “This is not the time nor place to be acting this way. Stay on your best behavior, I will fuck you bloody when I’m finished. Until then, you will keep your mouth shut and keep your hands to yourself.”

    “No, you are not.” Rachel barked, stepping between Verdi and the kitchen. Embarrassment of being caught in that less than pristine moment had dwindled and the full heat of her anger was beginning to unveil.          “You’re going to get that disgusting smoke out of my flat. Then you may either finish what you so rudely interrupted or you may leave. I have no use for you unless your mouth is being put to use.” Even then, she could prove annoying. A Verdia that couldn’t talk, though, was still a hundred times more bearable than one who could.

She snorted. “ I’m not, am I? And how the fuck is little old you gonna stop me?” The hacker pushed as she blew out a cloud of smoke. It was so much fun for her to push Rachel’s buttons. Verdi was such a brat. An eyebrow raised at the orders.

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Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours. (AU since OUAT Verdi can’t drink)