#mark: 002

"Okay, look! I know I shouldn't keep doing it, but I'm fucking hungry!" Driving around with a dead body in the trunk of her Mercedes isn't how Hale wants to be spending her day. Still, you do the crime, you do the time. The time in this instance, is disposing of said body with Mark. He's always been the person she runs to for help, along with Sam. She's been bothering her brother with her bullshit a little too often lately, so today she's called on someone else. "Let's blame my ex. I'd stopped murdering until that asshole dumped me." She sighs and glances at Mark in the passenger seat. "Wanna go to the McDonald's drive-thru before we bury this guy? I really want fries."

​“I know I said I like it when you push me around, but I didn’t mean that you could do it outside of when we fuck!” Tenzin brushes herself off, then grabs her dagger from the leather holster fastened around her thigh. Had Mark pushed her because he didn’t want her to get hit by kids riding their bicycles a little too fast? Yes. Did she care? No. Without giving it a second thought, she plunges the blade into his bicep. “Now we’re even.”