#serpentfp

the brunette walked around the bar as fp walked in from a run. they were finally starting to work on their shit after years of being apart. she didn’t know what he had told his kids yet, but she knew she needed to speak to him. carrying a bottle of beer and a glass of ginger ale, she held up her hands. “pick your poison, king cobra.” she raised a brow and grinned at him. “how’d the run go?” they had been flirting with one another for the last year or so. she’d gotten her job back at the wyrm and had rejoined the serpents. unlike most women, the dance was something she liked. always the wild child of the smith twins, evelyn had worked in los angeles as a stripper as well as a bartender. “you got a minute? to talk?” 

the dark haired twin looked at her sister’s husband. she nudged him a bit. “so, when are you going to let pen and charlie into the serpents? they both wanna be.” she knew her nephews wanted to be serpents more than anything. they were teenagers now, there was no reason they shouldn’t be. “allie and i were their age when we joined.” stripping in front of old men wasn’t something she’d like to relive, but it hadn’t been terrible.

the young serpent princess looked at her father with a small smile. she ran her fingers through her hair and leaned against his desk. “hi daddy. mom told me to come wait here while she was talking to aunt evie.” her aunt evelyn was a bartender at the wyrm. “can you help with my homework?”

Me? But I’m trashy trash. I’m trubbish! I think you’re lost here, mate.