#thread | lou

Since Debbie had gone to jail Lou hadn't been doing many con jobs anymore. She was saving up for her own club and almost there. This was going to be the last one so she would've had enough to finally buy it.

A hotel, it was easy enough, especially so because there was a big party going on. The people here had enough money and probably wouldn't miss the money and jewelry they had come with stolen from their bags and wrists.

she wants to roll her eyes, wants to keep talking about their plans. but there’s something in the way lou is looking at her that makes her stomach flip, sends shivers down her spine. debbie steps toward the couch, moving to straddle lou’s lap. she rests her hands on the blonde’s shoulders. tilting her head, she can’t take her eyes away from lou’s until she’s too close to keep focus. debbie’s eyes slip closed as her lips press to lou’s. she can feel the connection in every nerve until it settles between her legs. “i hope i get more than a kiss for shutting up.”

A CONTENT SMILE WAS ON HER face while she looked around the group they created. Tammy sat down next to her on the couch and Lou smiled at her. “I’m glad you decided to join us.” The relationship between them had been strained in the past because of Debbie and the feelings they both had for her, but Lou was quite certain that it would be different now. 

oh, god, is this how people flirt nowadays? you’ve faced down serial killers. you ran interpol!  you can face down someone asking to dance. or is she just asking you to dance? maybe her feet are bored. is she making eye contact? that’s a tell. how close is she standing? no, don’t profile her.

“um, yes. definitely. you may definitely have this dance. you can even have the next one, if you want.”

oh, jesus.

       Dinah aimed to become a great detective, but that mystery didn’t take her that long to discover where the obvious groans && moans were coming from. Easy one. && now, she wasn’t sure if she should feel uncomfortable because she was around the library, leaving the lucky ones without intimacy, or lame, because she was the one studying. Or at least trying to study. She may just give up on it.

That’s when steps were heard, && a tall blonde, slightly older student entered the place. A second, it took her one single second to figure out two lovebirds were going at it. One mere glance in her direction, && Dinah just shrugged one shoulder back by way of answer. Was she enjoyin it ? No. Was it funny ? Hell yeah.

SHE WALKS INTO THE LIBRARY to do some actual studying for a paper she has to hand in next week, as she rounds the corner towards the section the books about this particular subject are supposed to be she hears sounds. Sounds she knows all too well. She looks around the room and notices someone else sitting there, seemingly trying to study as well.