Kate waits until Butch will look at her once more, for he always does. Typical. He’s such a fucking dope that he just can’t help but do it when he’s hanging around Christine, glancing up from his heated flirtation to watch her reaction.
Kate doesn’t give him one, just keeps her head weighted to one side as she blows smoke rings in his direction lazily.
Only when he leers at her does she rise from a familiar crate, giving it a knowing smirk over her shoulder, before she saunters towards the Tunnel Snakes.
“Hey Junior!” Kate’s tongue darts out to lick her lip habitually at the sight of Paul’s stiffening spine—damned if she can’t just smell the fear coming off him. “How’s the old branch? Still in a bit of a bind, I see.”
Hannon turns from Butch and Wally to glare down at Kate, a wary swallow working his throat at the sight of the sparkle in her eye.
He gives her a shrug, looking down meekly at his wrapped arm. “’S fine, Katie. What’d you care?”
“Oh, you know… Daddy said that arm would always be a bit stiff.” She sighs casually, taking a drag before blowing the acrid smoke in Paul’s face. “I was just wondering how you jerk off with a shit arm.”
“God, Kate!” Christine gasps, drawing the lazily amused stare of Kate straight on her. “Could you be more disgusting?”
“Could, probably.” She flashes Kendall a sour sneer, flicking cigarette ashes at the girl.
“What do you want, Poindexter?” Wally interjects, obviously thinking that if he defends Kendall’s honor he’ll get his willy wet. Actually, he probably would, knowing dear Christine.
“Butch.” Kate answers bluntly, making Wally blink. She turns her gaze onto the aforementioned, flashing him the loaded smile she knows drives him up the wall. “I got a secret for you, DeLoria.”
“Screw you.” Wally spits, shouldering in front of Christine to tower over Kate threateningly. “Ain’t you got Freddie the Freak to keep your secrets company?”
Kate’s eyes light up as they meet Butch’s once again, her skin rippling in a pleasured shiver at the way his jaw tightens in anger. “Say, I guess you’re right Wally! Maybe I should go tell him… What do you think Butchie?”
Butch flicks his cigarette to the floor, mashing it irritably with his boot before yanking Kate roughly by the arm towards the empty back generator room, leaving the rest of the room to watch their disappearing backs in tense silence.
Criminal 4b/?
Kate doesn’t give him one, just keeps her head weighted to one side as she blows smoke rings in his direction lazily.
Only when he leers at her does she rise from a familiar crate, giving it a knowing smirk over her shoulder, before she saunters towards the Tunnel Snakes.
“Hey Junior!” Kate’s tongue darts out to lick her lip habitually at the sight of Paul’s stiffening spine—damned if she can’t just smell the fear coming off him. “How’s the old branch? Still in a bit of a bind, I see.”
Hannon turns from Butch and Wally to glare down at Kate, a wary swallow working his throat at the sight of the sparkle in her eye.
He gives her a shrug, looking down meekly at his wrapped arm. “’S fine, Katie. What’d you care?”
“Oh, you know… Daddy said that arm would always be a bit stiff.” She sighs casually, taking a drag before blowing the acrid smoke in Paul’s face. “I was just wondering how you jerk off with a shit arm.”
“God, Kate!” Christine gasps, drawing the lazily amused stare of Kate straight on her. “Could you be more disgusting?”
“Could, probably.” She flashes Kendall a sour sneer, flicking cigarette ashes at the girl.
“What do you want, Poindexter?” Wally interjects, obviously thinking that if he defends Kendall’s honor he’ll get his willy wet. Actually, he probably would, knowing dear Christine.
“Butch.” Kate answers bluntly, making Wally blink. She turns her gaze onto the aforementioned, flashing him the loaded smile she knows drives him up the wall. “I got a secret for you, DeLoria.”
“Screw you.” Wally spits, shouldering in front of Christine to tower over Kate threateningly. “Ain’t you got Freddie the Freak to keep your secrets company?”
Kate’s eyes light up as they meet Butch’s once again, her skin rippling in a pleasured shiver at the way his jaw tightens in anger. “Say, I guess you’re right Wally! Maybe I should go tell him… What do you think Butchie?”
Butch flicks his cigarette to the floor, mashing it irritably with his boot before yanking Kate roughly by the arm towards the empty back generator room, leaving the rest of the room to watch their disappearing backs in tense silence.