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          She’s still concerned for the other – and that isn’t odd; Durren is CAPABLE of showing such; it was just tricky in the sense of who she showed it to. And the blonde definitely deserved some compassion – who the hell knew what she’d been through? Durren keeps a steady arm around the other’s waist, a support if she needs it, something to lean against. The hand in blonde hair almost tightens into a fist when she thinks about what happened a few moments ago, but she keeps herself calm, keeps a level head about her.          Never mind the adrenaline rush, the way the thing under her skin wants to smell blood, use her nails as claws and rip into his skin, give him something to remember her by. She pushes THAT part of her back, though it’s a corrupted effort, despite how many years she’s been doing it. Her nostrils still flare, ever so briefly, but she manages to meet the blonde’s gaze. “Don’t apologize.” It’s firm, commanding, but soft, too, thumb gently brushing over the spot where he’d ripped hair free. “Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here before he wakes up.”

          ❝ Oh, shit. ❜ She pauses, scratching around the piercing as her brows furrow together. ❝ What was the question? ❜

               “it DEFINITELY wasn’t my intention on fightin’ anyone tonight. but this asshole is very much testin’ my patience. think ya’ can be on standby if i NEED BACKUP ??”

// trappingtaylor .

          ❝ Well, Techno Kitty is pretty fuckin’ fun? ❜ She tilts her head, idly playing one of the piercings in her ear. ❝ I dunno, I don’t really need one. ❜ That didn’t mean a replacement wasn’t already on its way, but she really didn’t struggle not having a phone. ❝ Fuck. I just keep myself entertained. ❜

            It’s happened before. Undoubtedly, by the way the blonde knows how to free herself, despite hurting herself in the process. It’s happened before, because she tries so damn hard to defend herself but can’t quite manage. But it’s not going to happen any more tonight. Not here. Not if Durren can help it. He’s  a fucking asshole, and she drops her cigarette to the ground, grinds it with the toe of her shoe and moves forward. Being careful of the blonde, she steps around her, balls her hand into a fist. Hits him in the stomach, hard, wants to make him gasp for air. And you know what? While she’s at it, if he doubles over from that, she’ll knee him good in the balls, too, give him a good shove so he falls on his backside.              Fuck if her knuckles don’t hurt – they’ll likely be bruised to all hell but what else is new? She shakes her hand once, glances around quickly. A few people of the crowd closest to them are wary, but she pays no mind – she’s more concerned for the other female, wraps an arm around her middle to haul her to her feet. Runs a hand over her hair, careful of that spot he’d yanked, pulled hair from. “Hey – you okay?”

             A smile ( careful there, you’re dropping your facade ) curls her lips at that, a short, not-all-there laugh breaking from her lips. It’s quiet, it’s hushed, not authentic by any terms but it’s something to fill the silence, something to do rather than talk. Her ego doesn’t need a boost; it’s inflated as it is, nor does she need to push any more boundaries tonight.               She leans back, takes a longer drag from her cigarette, exhales the smoke in the opposite direction. “Irresistible, huh? I’d be careful.” Another flick of her cigarette, a nod toward the man in question. “Wouldn’t want to piss your boyfriend off. He comes after you in front of me, though, I’ll gladly kick his ass.”

          Now, that caught her interest, somewhat. “Not any man, huh?” Another draw from her cigarette, another soft exhale, a flick to one end to rid the growing ashes at the tip. Durren isn’t STUPID; she knows by the other’s actions and implying tone JUST WHAT SHE MEANS. ( doesn’t mean she wants to, ) but that doesn’t mean she can’t TOY with her a bit, right? She’s been toyed with enough. What this woman deserved was genuine affection. ( Fuck, maybe they both did, ) but from each other wouldn’t be right, not like this.

        A lean forward, lips nearly brushing the other’s as she speaks – she’s pushing it, ( she LOVES to push it, loves to toe that line ) and will gladly clock the chick’s boyfriend in the face if he tries hitting either of them for it. “…Interesting.”

          The taller female shrugs off the comment as well as the compliment that follows. Compliments were rarely tossed in her direction, so she was unsure of how to receive it. ❝ I don’t usually answer my phone anyways. ❜ Several checked read receipts could confirm that.

          Actually, she wasn’t lying. She really had lost her phone in river, paranoia convincing her there was someone using her phone to track her. ❝ It’s not a lie. ❜

                    ( so much damn touching. )  Another drag from her cigarette, another mental shove at herself to behave. She doesn’t even pull away from the other, which is surprising in itself. Usually she’d shrug her off, make way to get away from her – but looking at the guy in question brought a gleam to her eye. Maybe she could kick his ass while he was down, earn the woman beside her a little more gratification.

     He couldn’t punish her for others beating him up, could he? And Durren was more than willing to throw a few punches his way. Though, the other’s lips at her ear were distracting her more than anything else at the moment, and shortly, those feelings get the best of her. She turns her head, exhaling a breath of smoke when she speaks, their lips nearly meeting. She’s teasing.

“You shouldn’t have to let anyone else fuck you. You should WANT it to happen.”