Drink this and Swallow; LadyMolotov; Eric && Yvette.

Monday Monday Monday.... Glorious God-damned Monday. The words rang hard, fast and constant in his mind as the headache bloomed across his grey eyes from the unfiltered sun hitting him smack dab in the face. It was a good thing he didn't have to be in to the hospital until mid-afternoon on his clearly most favorite day of the week because Eric was making barely any progress when it came to untangling his limbs from the sheets....that certainly were not his own. What exactly did he do last night? ... Beside clearly settle a couple scores and and his mind with something that vaguely tastes like jack and whiskey.

"Praise to the lord I woke up this morning. Thank you sir for letting me attend your church and enter your temple...." With a small amount of regret and a large amount of suffering, he wound his way out of the bed, noting that there were two girls , A rather lithe blonde and a curvy multi-colored pixie cut darling, as well as a rather alternative looking male included in the mix who seemed to look like an offspring of his darkest desire and his wildest fantasy. Surprise, surprise. Even he could turn a straight boy for a night. "... Many... Many times." Arms above his head he stretched out his aching limbs, glancing out the window noticing he still seemed to be in the general area of where his flat was, because acquiring clothing to face the public eye truly would have been awfully interesting if he had to the streets looking for his car with just a pair of worn in jeans; which he put on quickly despite the agony and protests of his inner ear insisting the ground was moving entirely too fast. Good thing he knew just the right medication to take to make this terrible ache go away. And it was even better that he kept this one regularly stocked in his own damn flat.

His... Flat. Right. He had to most certainly go venture outside into the courtyard.

Leaving the sleeping trio to curl around each other to keep warm, Eric attempted with barely any success to run his hand through his curly hair to tame it from whatever activities it endured last night. The only good news about taking the shift later in the afternoon is that most the other occupants in the little community would be out an about already.... Or still in bed like he had been. They were quite a social crowd that was absolutely certain. Though he knew everything was really odd when his feet hit the first wooden stair on his way down to the courtyard from the opposite side of the little square. Though it could still be that his wits weren't fully about him with the jackhammer continuing it's cadence as if it were going to war in his head.

"Fuck. Me. I always keep that shit in my pocket whenever I decide to go out I better have a decent coin in my damn bank for it since I clearly must have sold the shit to even consider going through this pain in the morning." Voice was gruff still from whatever it was that affected it the most this time. Cigarettes, Liquor, Sex. You name it, Eric Louis Charming probably had done it twice and then made a much better product of it to be pushed out for an even better penny and then gave them legal prescriptions for their addiction when they came to the hospital after OD'ing. Round and Round the money goes. Unlike some of the other cats making it in America, Eric was different. He didn't want fame. He wasn't out to be king of the village people or the mice of civilization. His needs were more selfish than that. Eric wanted to be dirty, filthy, unimaginably wealthy in the way that only a a child could dream of after landing hard into the the world of movies and fairy tales.

And just like any good self respecting child who was good at chemistry did, Eric launched himself a rather booming business. One that granted him the ability to call in favors from others, be wealthy with secrets and other's sins, and most of all hard money. What a perfect world it all would be if what he did wasn't more than completely illegal, with a sentence that would land him in jail quicker than you could snap your fingers and say 'Shucks.' All they had to do was catch him, If they could. Which they couldn't- Not when they didn't even know he existed. Especially since the things he made had just a bit more fairy dust then he ever would admit.

At least he had a perfect cover story. How grand was it to work professionally and legally in a hospital? What better way to hide than to hide in plain sight?

Halfway there. he paused- grey eyes staring up at the still morning sun as he rubbed the faint shadow of stubble on his cheeks. Was it such a horrible thing that he wanted to go back there and get sucked off once for the road? He was sure the kittens were starved. But what responsible adult would do that/ He should get cleaned up, make breakfast and start finishing the product he was suppose to be pushing at the nightclub tonight- but oh red lipstick on his skin.....

No.

He needed- no wanted the money. And that alone could motivate him to do anything.

Putting his hand in his pocket- which slid his lose jeans further down on his hips, he pulled out his pack of cigs setting on between his lips and lighting it up. Back to business as usual.

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“That fucking brat.”

She rolled over in bed, detangling her body from Fiona's tiny arms while keeping her cell in front of her, eyes glued to the screen. She hit call. There was garbled talk from the speaker. She clicked speaker off and pressed her ear against the phone. It was too god damn early to be dealing with someone stealing her business. This would have to be dealt with, quickly and efficiently, and everyone knew that if you wanted something done, you did it yourself, especially around here, and especially with the things she wanted done. “This fucking punk ass kid is about to get his dick fed to him.”

There was panicked shouting. She pulled the speaker away from her ear and frowned. A grin crept onto her lips. She pushed herself up, legs hanging over the side. She chewed a bit of her nail then sucked her lip in. Fiona swung her hand and hit the woman in the back, “Sh!”

Yvette arched her eyebrows and stared at the little blonde until she apologized, then turned her attention back to the whimpering man on the other end of the phone, “Now listen. I’m going to take a shower, maybe have a little bagel, probably fuck my girl until she cries-“ she sent a sideways glance towards Violet, who’s face was turning red, “-then maybe a second cup of coffee, but then after that, I’ll be at Eric’s, and he’s not going to like me, so you better warn him.”

She hung up the phone, unable to deal with the pitiful cowering any longer, then turned to her adorable toy curled up in bed, hair spilling over her face and lips, “Mm…”

Showering afterwards with a cup of coffee in her hands, Yvette thought of all the devious ways she could put this kid out of business. He was selling right underneath her, and though they had different product, his was more expensive, so all her clients were broke. This had always been her area, and since they had never had this problem before, he had to have been new. Either that, or he was getting selfish, and wanting more, more, more. That would not fly with her - not when her kingdom had been so perfectly laid out. She schemed and plotted, letting the evil boil inside of her. There was the brash approach, the seductive one and the wicked way. The second was out of the question considering she was in too much of a rage to be sweet, but the latter seemed perfect.

She dried off, and Fiona brought a bagel and clothes into the bathroom. Yvette pet her cheek then kissed it, eating a bite before setting it down and pulling the black, straight leg jeans over her legs. She threw on the dark, dusty purple tank and then began to reassemble her jewelry. Six necklaces, eleven rings, a locket tucked underneath her shirt and a watch on her right hand.

“I’ll be back, don’t do anything reckless.”

And with that, Yvette sauntered from the hotel room and made her way downstairs, allowing eyes to fall on her tall body without flinching. She was a powerful presence, even with her hair still dripping wet. With heels she was a towering devil, standing right at six foot five. She smiled down at the simpering lot in the elevator, exited gracefully, and in her natural accent, said ‘have a most excellent day, you disgusting fucks’.

She made her way down the street, staring down at her phone and watching the little blue dot get closer and closer to the red dot. She wasn’t sure what this place looked like so when she got to where it said her destination was, she simply loitered outside the gate, continually calling out in a delightfully creepy sing song voice.

“Eriiiiiiiiiic…” she did her best to keep the French from her accent - it was the one identifying trait about her, well, other than the fact she was taller than a god damn tree, “Eriiiiic, sweet boy, come on out, I give good head and I’ve got acid, don’t you want to play?”

Oh it felt so fucking good to have nicotine run rampant in his system. On the exhale he spoke, "Fuck you cancer, by the time you come for me I will be able to pay for your cure." The very words brought a smile to his still bruised lips. He would have to get to a mirror stat to see what the damage was to his body. How man little bites and marks he had. It would be almost darling if he somehow acquired a few more scars. He didn't have enough yet.

Not even close.

Inhale, and he was halfway up the stairs leading to his front door. God he payed such a pretty coin for this place. But the privacy, the protection and the small community with pretty much everything he could ask for at a whims notice. He was willing to give the money up. Especially when it came with the added benefit that the management and the people in the little square asked absolutely no questions and turned a blink eye to all the activity fluttering in and out.

Honestly, who do you expect to be living in such a disgustingly rich community besides the expensive lot of call-girls, drug dealers, and the family of the local crime ring? Were there others? Sure. But these were his neighbors. Home sweet home.

Fingers on the door, it scanned the prints on his hand before a little clink sounded and welcomed him home to his sanctuary. Were none other than Fiaro was waiting for him looking like he was straight out of yesterdays international news section in the paper.

"Boss. We have trouble. You are dipping into territory that is already owned-"

"Fiaro. Do you have any idea how little I want to hear your shit right now? I would rather have your mouth doing better work than being all wound up about everything all the time."

Fiaro stopped mid sentence, shocked. Coughing and trying to gain some composure he continued, "I... I am sure you would enjoy that boss. But as your territory specialist I have to tell you these things. One of your kids pushed out your product down by SOHO... And she knows. I just got a text from one of the working lads down here saying she was on her way to meet-"

"Mister Charming. You have a visitor at the gate." A perky sing song voice rang through from his doorway. Grey meeting honey brown, Eric smiled. If she weren't the daughter of a man who would enjoy filleting his skin from his muscles he surely would have this young darling singing. "She seems like such a charmer."

"Fiaro. Hold your thought. I will return shortly. Actually, Just go do your job, mm yeah?" Rubbing his face he didn't make any move to get more dressed than he already was to go answer this mess. Hopefully this didn't take too long. He wanted and needed to do more today.

"Listen, kitten. I don't have time for you today I am quite busy. Unless you suck cock quickly. Then i will let you in only if you put on..." Steel eyes squinted as he took in her presence, all of it. "Deep dark red lipstick. It would look delicious on you and around my cock." He stated bluntly in reply to her nonsense she was yelling at his gate as he came within normal speaking distance of this tall and bat shit girl. Which on of his men was pushing product to this little girl? He would have to teach his boy a lesson, clients should not be knocking on his gate.

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Yvette's eyes widened as he walked towards her, obscenities falling from his mouth. This was the little prick that was pushing his territory into hers? A child. She began to laugh, cackling madly on the street, hands pressed against her belly like god damn Santa Claus. All she carried was a tiny clutch, but she dug through it now, pulling out a tube of lipstick and a compact. She delicately applied it, using her finger to smear it perfectly on her lips. She blew him a wicked kiss, fiercely wishing that she could poison the air between them, "Now I can smother your hot little body with perfect red kisses before I slit your throat."

What an arrogant fucking bitch, she thought to herself, wondering why she hadn't sent Fiona to deal with him instead of doing it herself. Then again, this was the necessary course of action considering the poor girl would've rolled over and said okay, yes sir, and left. She didn't handle pressure well. Her mind wandered to her, probably strolling down the street now, on her way to meet the person she had been sent to see. Hopefully Caroline wouldn't give her as much trouble as Eric was giving her now.

She stood elegantly outside the gate, shooting any passer by a glare that caused them to walk a little faster. They could smell rage in the air, and when paired with her eyes, they saw it, too.

"Now let me the fuck in, you little shit. We have plenty to talk about and I don't have time for you either, I've got a lady that needs a good fuck so unless you die quickly and quietly - and you seem like someone that would cling to life desperately, cowering and begging like a fucking slut with a dick in her ass - I suggest you open this damn gate," she wrapped her fingers around the bars of the gate and shook, then brought her eyes to the top, "I could scale this at any time while you're sleeping, cut your balls off and kill you with them in your mouth. And if you think I'm lying, well... I can always prove you wrong."

Yvette spilled a villainous grin, and tilted her head at him, "Here kitty, kitty," she stuck her left hand through the gate, her fingers giving the come hither motion. She wouldn't leave until she had what she needed, which was his guarantee that his boys would stay the fuck out of her grounds. No one was allowed to test her power the way he was, and if he won, then her kingdom would crumble. It was built on fear and respect, and the fact that no one crossed her and lived. Brutality and sadism were her weapons, and they were effective, "As much as I want to make you cry and choke, I'll give you a chance to fix what you've done first."

For a moment, she considered the idea that threats weren't the best way in.

Maybe he was as brave as he was stupid.

"Well aren't you just as sweet as cotton candy kitten, God damn." He blew out the smoke, right into her pretty face. He was right though. Red was excellent on her lips. "And here I was really looking to choke you with my dick, a sweet death sentence I am sure. However. You are business. and if you are done with your pretty little rant. We can continue on. But I am sure it felt good to release all of that pent up anger didn't it?"

Inhale. Exhale. Fuck cancer felt good.

"Now if you are done acting out kitten and threatening me with honestly what just seems like a rather normal night of fucking, I will invite you in and offer you a cig and a cup of something strong since you look like you can use one. Or a better source to get out all of that pent up aggression..." He paused then, his British accent hanging on his every word as gave just the perfect amount of time allotted to survey her once again- not that he needed to but to prove a point. "Actually sweetheart, I doubt a cup of something strong will fix that. So I will just write you a prescription."

Leaving it at that, he swiped his finger on the side of the gate- the lock clicking open. "And just between us, kitten. I wouldn't recommend scaling the gate. Unless you like 600 Voltz of electricity running through your system. And if that is the case- I am sure we can come up with some arrangement to satisfy all your... needs."

Turning his back to her, he started walking the path back to his flat fully expecting the whirlwind to follow, "Now stop dallying. We have business to discuss, kitten... Fiaro- Get the up and get out. Business is over." He finished calling out to the man in his apartment. It would do him no good for her to see his associates. It was time the grownups talked.

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Somehow she was calmed by his insubordinate attitude.

“I-what-are you fucking-“ she stumbled over her words for the first time in a decade, trying to wrap her mind around what was said to her. She was being out witted, and hated it, but tried to accept that she still had business to attend to. Her eyes roamed over his shoulders, chest and legs. If it came down to it, she would win in a fight. He may have his words, but she couldn’t attest to his physical strength. She was a big woman, skinny and scrawny, but scrappy as fuck.

So she changed her perspective, particularly after he mentioned the voltage of the gate. That indeed dampened her murder plan, but there were other ways to kill someone. She let sadism cheer her up, and before following him, she imagined him without any limbs. A smirk crawled onto her lips as she took a step through the gate.

A challenge.

She could never refuse one.

A few feet behind him, she resisted scheming, and instead took in her surroundings, making mental notes of anything and everything. He lived in glory, much more than she did, but she was not a lover of extravagant homes. Her own was a tiny two bedroom cottage, beautiful floors and ceilings but nothing flashy. She had to remain hidden and discreet.

She gathered her wits about her, and put on a less malicious, more understanding tone.

“It’s come to my attention that your product is being sold in my areas. We have different drugs, but yours are too expensive. You’re draining money from the pockets of my costumers. You have two options. Lower your prices so these fiends can have both, and we can work peacefully together, or get out of my territory.”

Cheaper product? Was this broad out of her mind?

He raised an eyebrow with a glance over his shoulder at her, Certain he looked like a complete asshole at the moment. Who gave a flying rats ass though. He sure as hell didn't. But he let her proposals hang in the air coating the silence as they finished crossing through the courtyard, back up the stairs and into his flat. The only presence were the two of them.

And their large fucking egos.

"Kitten." He stated simply crossing his arms over his chest and staring straight at her considering she was barely an inch shorter than he was, "I am not going to do either of those." Blunt to the point.

He stubbed out his cigarette, the broad was out of her fucking mind. Selling his shit cheap? What was he? A charity house? A church? It he was a church then well his dick was his temple and it needed to have a following. Stat.

"Look. How about this, sweetheart. Since My kids are pushing to yours, you can push to mine. I'll expand your territory. My kids have been complaining that their coup is demanding for a cheaper product as a go between while I cook up the next new thing. And since your product is... much lower than mine and not even close to the same- It will be no problem. Money is something that can go around." Common fucking sense. Eric applauded himself. The rich children in the suburban neighborhood would applaud him. And his business in the hospital was about to get so, very popular.

What stupid children. Mixing cheap shit with his diamonds.

"What will buy your complacency, kitten? One district or Two? I promise they have enough money for you and your... meager ways. Tea or Coffee?" He opened up his pack of cigarettes again and set one in his mouth and another on the table for her as he went to go retrieve his cup of liquid he set down earlier. He also needed to get rid of the fucking sun before his mind exploded from the nonsense.

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Yvette stared coldly, then relaxed her face, letting calm set in instead of more rage. This boy knew how to push her buttons, and how to undermine her in such a way that it was impossible to react in any way other than collected. She wanted a cigarette. Needed. She almost lit one inside his house, but restrained.

For a minute.

She pulled one out of the pack she’d held onto for weeks, simply for moments like these, lit it and let it rest between her lips. She took a long drag, and blew smoke all around her. A twisted smirk, then a deep inhale, “I want three districts. And don’t think my only way of handling you is by climbing that gate at night. Which by way, even with the voltage, I could get around. There are a few things you don’t yet know about me, little dove,” she needed to try a different approach, he was obviously unaffected by his own death, “Why don’t you call little Caroline? See what she’s doing? I believe she’s probably tangled with one of my minions.”

Caroline had been fucking with her too long now, maybe this way she could deal with both of them at once. Yvette had done a considerable amount of research on the girl, and hadn’t made the connection that this Eric was the one who protected her until this second. The reports had said she was seen with someone, a beautiful boy living in a boojey flat and that the two of them ran together more often than not. What she did for him, Yvette didn’t know, but it was irrelevant.

“I can leave for a while, let your infinitesimal brain go over the details, maybe roll around in the idea that you could be responsible for someone else’s life. I see that you’re a jackass, but could you really let such a sweet girl die for you? If that’s what you want, fine, honestly, you know it makes no difference to me,” she pulled on the cigarette again, giving him her sweetest smile.

Fuck.

His eyes went back to her and his hand tugged on his dog tags. He wanted to put this little shit in her place in the worst way possible. The absolute worse way. God he was fucking hard.

She had a dirty fucking mouth and an even worse attitude. The crazy one were always the best to fuck. Absolute tigers that purred so nicely when their fur was stroked just the right way. But then his cool ran hot at the mention of Caroline. Just about the only girl he would have bounce on his lap. She was too... She scared him in another way all together since she was actually three hundred times smarter than he ever would be and absolutely innocent. A combination that was frightening.

Gloves had to come off sooner or later. He really hoped it would be a pleasant discussion but apparently someone had no idea how to conduct business in the morning.

Child.

"Two it is then." He stated ignoring her request for three, and then he continued. "And I won't fuck your precious Fiona into being into men. I am sure she becomes quite lucid on your product- combined with perk in her water and just a tiny drop of Rio, I am sure she would be quite fun. She is a screamer isn't she? I am sure her nails would just add to the pretty paint lines on my back" He casually tossed over his shoulder as he poured her a cup of coffee. and set it in front of her.

"Or would you rather I tickled Violet? I am sure Caroline can handle herself with your darling, kitten. She is more brain cells in her little finger than you have in your entire body. Now if you are done being an unpleasant aggressive rag, You can have coffee, your Cig and go back to your business. Unless we have anything else to discuss?"

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Yvette was standing and behind him before she even knew what she was doing. She hooked her elbow around his throat and held the cigarette before his eyes, smoke tendrils wrapping around his face. Most of her wanted to burn his skin and smell the delightful singing of flesh, but she did her best to resist. She brought the cherry close enough for him to feel the heat.

How did he even know about them? Of course he did, she thought, he probably knew everything and everyone, same as she. For a fleeting moment, she considered how well they would do, doing business together, but her mind floated back to him threatening his women. She had kept Violet well hidden, there was not a soul that knew about her, “You little fucking shit. I should kill you right now for mentioning her name. You’re the only one who even knows she exists, and that there is more than enough reason,” she squeezed tighter around, then released, anger flooding her veins.

She smashed her cigarette into the side of throat, hoping he would at least give her the satisfaction of a small shout.

“You’ll give me fucking three districts. Fortunately for me, I have better hiding places for my women than you do, and Fiona is already with Caroline. All she has to do is keep her in that house until I get there, so don’t you dare fucking threaten them,” Yvette threw the butt onto the ground, and began to leave the house, hoping with all her might that he would simply let her walk out. She doubted he would even give her anything after the stunt she pulled, but coming up with new schemes was her specialty.

She’d find a fucking way to get what she wanted.

Ooh. This changed everything. The heat was close to his skin. So close he could feel his eyelash curl and her tits press against his back. That was delicious. If there was a time he should not be thinking about fucking people over his counter- this would be it. But when did he ever listen to the rules? When did Eric ever play correct? It never came in handy. Playing dirty, filthy even was what got him this. It was his everything.

Well that was a lie. Sex was his everything. And whiskey... And nicotine. That was his everything.

The sizzle pop of her cig hit his ears and the sting of pain registered second. "Fuck!" His hand flying to cover the immediate area for comfort. Fuck this. He was done being pleasant. He was no longer Charming. He was just fucking Eric.

He went after her and reached her hotly in about four steps, his hand making a slick connection to her cheek, with the delicious sound of flesh on flesh before he picked her up by her dainty neck and pinned her to the fame of his door, pressing just enough to make his point. She may be crass. But he was a monster when it came down to it.

The story of the Beast in those cute little fairytales struck the best cord with him. "Now listen here you little cunt. I am growing tired of you acting like a petulant little brat. You will take the fucking two districts. Caroline has an entire three governments making sure she stays alive so I can care less what you do to her. Your girl is most likely in custody with the CIA for visiting. Now you will stop or I will carve Violets eyes from her body while you are sleeping in bed next to her. You can hide sweetheart. But I will find you. Every time. "

He paused digging his own cigarette into her collarbone, "Are we fucking clear?"

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The slap was as satisfying to her as it was him. Despite herself, a tiny, raspy moan of delight fell from her. She gagged in his grip, back nearly arched. Something shifted inside of her, but instead of falling for her sadomasochistic tendencies, she pushed against him, then spat, barely missing his face. She struggled against him, bringing her hands to his and pressing her nails into flesh.

“You think you’re such a monster,” she choked out, “But you’re a little boy, trying to throw his weight around and continually missing his target.”

She felt the burning cherry of his cigarette on her skin and began to giggle in adoration. It built into a full scale cackle as she continued to dig her fingers into the tops of his hands, “Oh baby,” she screamed between laughs, “You’re really hurting me, oh my god, just let me have a drag of that fucking cigarette, you fucking slut,” then she arched against him, “We’re clear, two districts, leave my girls alone…”

The edges of her vision were blackening.

The last thing she wanted was to pass out, but she never did very well in the choking game. Her neck went slack, and she blacked out in his grasp, head tipped forward, giggles still coming out until the moment she was unconscious.

"Motherfuck." He cursed his British hanging on every dirty syllable of the curse. She just had to pass out and be batshit fucking crazy. "If I had less morals I would just fuck you back to consciousness." He spoke to her passed out form as he hauled her up into a bridal carry. Fucking disaster that's what this was.

Not to say he hadn't dealt with this type of crazy before but this was a rather accelerated timeline.

The Brunette draped the other drug dealer across his black leather couch carefully. though how easy would it have been just to kill her? Or set her outside the gate to wake up. That would have been very pleasant to say the least. Satisfying even. But even he couldn't bring himself to do that. Curse his fucking mother.

"Fuck me." He muttered looking at the bruising starting to bloom on her exposed neck with a curious glance. That wasn't his problem to deal with. She would have to figure it out. Though flashing caught the corner of his eye. a small blue flash from his cell in fact. And his stomach dropped clear to the floor. What was wrong with Caroline?

Crossing to the kitchen he picked up the phone and turned on her monitoring system with the backdoor cams she gave him access to. The panic button that he agreed much to his discomfort to have a direct feed to. As independant as that girl was she clung to him like he was her air. It was cute really. she was so much like his little sister it was uncanny. But what he saw made his jaw go... slack.

Was she having a fucking tea party with this girl? What the fuck Caroline.

Rapidly pressing keys on the cell he send her a choice text message about false alarms and not having sex with someone sent to kill her before he threw the phone back on the counter. Stupid. She was so fucking crazy sometimes he wondered who was more sane out of the two of them.

"When are you going to fucking wake up, sleeping beauty. Shit. Don't you have shit to do?" He spoke angrily unable to find a place to put his aggression. He needed a release- Stat.

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Dreams of delicately executed murder coursed through her sleeping mind. Her eyes fluttered underneath her lids as she thought of sawing Eric's limbs off and hanging them around him, then peeling his skin off slowly, until he cried out. Him begging for mercy was an unrealistic notion, but in her dreams, all was beautiful possible, "Kill me, please, just fucking kill me," that voice, twisted and strangled, accent still intelligible, sent her flying.

She stirred in her sleep, finally dragging her eyes open to slits so she could see around her. Black couch, Eric on the phone. Her body felt weak, sore, and she resisted a loud groan when she pushed herself onto her elbows. Black hair poured over shoulders and face. There had never been a moment where she felt this weak, or at someone's mercy. Especially someone as fucking fucked as Eric. She was still alive, and that was more than she could ask for.

"Thanks for waiting to fuck me until I was awake," a small, genuine laugh. She felt like she had just woken up from a rave, one with too many drugs, too many flashing lights, and too many memories that she was unable to recall. She swung her legs around until her feet were pressed against the ground and bounced her toes, trying to regain feeling in her body, "And I do have shit to do, thank you very much."

Yvette stood, then immediately sat back down, fingers flying to the bruise on her neck, then the burn on her collarbone. Her eyes narrowed at Eric, and she did her best not to lose her mind again. Inhale, exhale. Deep inhale, exhale with a heavy sigh. She couldn't tell him there was no way way she was standing right now, something about the past hour had turned her body on hibernate mode. Staying awake through it was possible, but moving around? Absolutely not. She considered her options here, gaze flickering around the room.

She coughed awkwardly, "Seeing as you knocked me out, the least you could do is get me a cup of coffee," another small cough, then a hint of honesty, "I seem to be having some trouble standing up."

"I can not be blames for body's inability to fight to stay breathing." Was it a form of apology? Not even fucking close. But it is what it was. Eric had lost a small touch of his charm, he was still a bit bristly from the way this girl had just stomped into his flat, dug a cigarette into his neck, demanded to lower the price on his product. And to top this all off threatened to not only kill him but little Caroline.

He killed people for less than this type of shit. Sure he might have done it by mixing their prescription meds with something they were allergic to and cooking it in a very specific way so it was hard to trace. But he killed them. Plain and simple.

And this twat demanded coffee.

He placed the hot cup in front of her his dog tags clinking together as he bent at the waist. "If you are insistent about staying then until you feel like walking- I am changing and taking a shower. Food is in the kitchen if you desire something to eat. Otherwise you can leave at any time you are ready." The way his eyebrows rose dared her to ask something stupid. He had enough confidence she wouldn't steal any of his shit, she seemed like the spiteful pride boasting sort.

Not that he knew the type or anything.

Eric's hand went to his curly hair pulling it from the roots as he brushed it back walking toward his bedroom and the shower that he needed to feel clean. he did have to go be an honest, or mostly honest, man today after all. And smelling and feeling like last nights activities barely did any good.

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Yvette snorted. Of course he was still going to be a facetious ass, she could not expect any different after the ways she’d acted, but at least she had been planning on owning up to her mistakes. She reconsidered that course of action now, however, wanting to keep this up. Her demands were simple. Coffee. Coffee was simple. When he set it in front of her, she gave him a clear and honest thank you.

She, on the other hand, was not a monster. Well, not always. Okay, maybe usually, but she had manners, no matter how tangled they were. He said he was going to shower. After taking a long pull from the dark, magic liquid, she let a childish giggle fly, “Need some company?” her eyes fluttered up towards him, then she laughed more blatantly and leaned back against the couch, waving him away.

Once he was gone, she stood easily and wandered into the kitchen, mug still in hand. She turned her phone back on now and called Fiona back.

“Hello dove, how’s it going with Caroline?”

“Oh it’s great, I’m teaching her yoga now! And she made bacon. And I made sandwiches.”

Her brows furrowed and she coughed, almost spilling her coffee.

Bacon sounded good.

She hung up the phone and pulled some out of Eric’s fridge. Surely if there was food for him to his panties would be a little less wadded. She played some upbeat French music on her phone, danced and sang like a girl on drugs, and threw bacon in a skillet, letting it crackle and pop, hoping the smell would carry. She set out two plates, in case he felt like being snarky about eating his food, toasted bread and laid out sandwich materials.

“BLT’s in enemy territories, you’re a god damn genius Fiona.”