were all just scars in the making
SSWM Word Count → 510
Laughter thundered from the dusty-grey male. He declared that he’d known then, before she could even respond, hooked his arm around her and gave her a fierce noogie that had her growling and thrashing her skinny limbs. She jerked back once he let her free, causing her to nearly topple off the log though her pale nails dug deep into the bark, giving her purchase. Rather than being annoyed, however, she broke into another smirk: a pretty arrogant one, softened slightly as she shook her head at the childish male.
“Aw, you know the answer to that one yourself,” Vesper shot back as he lamented her sexuality. “Pussy fuckin’ rocks.” She waggled a finger at him wickedly. “You’f all people should understand, so you can’t complain.”
His laughter infected her demeanor once more, lifting it higher and higher until it soared like a bird on a thermal. She wasn’t really one to blurt out what she liked and didn’t, unless it was to deter a male. Usually, she let people figure it out on her own, and she played to enough of the stereotypes naturally for it not to be quite a stretch to most people. She chuckled quietly to herself, drawing her hand across her face, her fingers pausing on her cheek.
Helotes clasped the bottle like it was his firstborn son as he rose with a sway; the woman held out her arms at this point as if that would cause his weight not to crush her if he fell. The suggestion made her blink, but he seemed to understand how it sounded and, juggling the vodka, sputtered out more words. Even as he grew more agitated about his inability to get his words across, her alarmed expression faded into sympathy.
Seeing the larger man completely wasted, trying his best to remedy his suggestion before admitting defeat with a sad sigh, Vesper found that little soft spot she hid away coming back out. She’d no way of knowing what she would do about this if she were sober, but with the heat running through her veins and the wind shaking the flames, she made a hesitant decision. She stepped over to him and smiled lightly, resting a hand on his back and giving it a little pick-me-up scratch before stepping toward the mansion.
“I fuckin’ hate human buildings, but it’s gotta be worse staying in a room alone,” the slender coywolf said with a shrug. “But yeah, we can sit and talk about shit for a while, not that I’ll remember any of it.” Her casual but considerate expression twisted into something of mischief as she added firmly, “But we gotta make sure no one sees us and assumes anything. Can’t have the ladies thinkin’ we’re an item, yeah?”
The drunk male brightened slightly at that, and though he guffawed at her last remark, she had a feeling he was gladder than he’d admit to have company. She flashed him another grin and beckoned him to follow as they headed stumbling and supporting each other to the mansion.
Vesper Optime by Nat; table code from the Mentors!
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