Finish Her >> Marcy and Annabel
Summary: Marcy and Annabel set Addison and Wyatt up in one of her guest bedrooms and take a picture of them.
"Addison...I don't feel so good."
Marcy smirked, and then heard two loud thumps echo through the kitchen. She'd been standing around the corner the whole time, waiting patiently for the couple to drink their pink concoctions. She smiled as she turned the corner, leaning against the wall as she looked at the two bodies on the ground before her. Blowing a blonde strand of hair out of her face, she shot Annabel a quick text to meet her upstairs. She eyed the two and decided on Wyatt, grabbing him by his wrists and beginning to drag him towards the bedroom.
It took her seven minutes to get up the stairs with this kid. She was breathing heavily by the time she got up there. She saw Annabel smirking by the bed but shushed her immediately. "Don't," she said in a warning tone. With Annabel's help, she lifted Wyatt onto the bed. "Are you sure you don't want to go get her?" she asked, her hand on her hips. She knew the answer to this question and left Annabel upstairs to undress Wyatt while she went and fetched Addison.
It took only five minutes to get Addison up the stairs. She was much lighter than her boy toy, and much nicer to look at. Marcy was a little more clumsy when she dragged Addi up the stairs, bumping the girl's head more then a few times on the way up. She smirked. Hopefully the brunette wouldn't have a concussion. She knew Annabel would thank her later.
In another ten minutes, Addison and Wyatt were in position. Marcy fumbled around for a camera when Annabel spoke up first. Â "Hang on, Dean's coming. Go hide in the closet. Take the picture when he leaves, ok" Annabel said, practically pushing Marcy into the closet. Marcy sighed, but obeyed. Crossing Annabel would've been a very bad decision right now, and Marcy knew that.
(time skip about twenty minutes)
Twenty fucking minutes. She couldn't believe that's how long Dean had been in there with two drugged out teenagers. The closet she'd been hiding in was stuffy, and she was so desperate to come out she had almost considered stumbling out and pretending to be drunk; he would've bought it.
Once she was sure Dean had left, she popped out of the closet, took the picture, and left the door of the room wide open, just in case anybody cared to take a gander at Addison's new life.
