The slap connected. It rang like it hurt... but the woman didn't budge.
Instead, she smirked coldly, brown eyes glimmering amber. Sweet, with a hint of spice. Instead of commenting, she drew the back of her hand over her lips, then licked them suggestively. Ignoring the scaly brute that leaned over her, no doubt they were going to do something lowbrow.
Annoying little pests.
"Zaa Fenn, hmm? Have fun then, little Blue," she commented carelessly.
She could taste the lust, the anger, and it fueled her far more than any spice or drug. "Next time you're hungry, ask. I'm sure we'll share nicely."
And now the girl was gone. A pity. The lizard was still around. Likely they were going to do something clueless, like shoot the place up. How dull, how artless. Ignoring the angry shouts, there was another in the way. Another man, to be exact, then Tac. She gave Tac a one-shouldered shrug, sighing. "Nobody asks anymore, darling, they never show consideration. Now then."
Hunger sparked bright in her veins, along with the rage, the indignant anger, the bruised pride. They were guests; if they were to come in and disrespect the dynamic, that was one thing. But Little Blue was hiding away now, which was likely the wisest course of action.
Ah well, what a soppy party. Pity, if the woman wouldn't have limped off she would have licked a few lines of spice off her, but no, she just relied on everyone else to do her dirty work for her. Shame, that.
So instead, she pecked Nero on the cheek.
"Kark her until she can't walk."
And with that, she sprinted, fueled by the Force and spice to leap out the nearest window out of there, leaving the bike behind. A loud laugh burst from her lips as she darted out, catching herself on the lip of the window and then down that way, content for the time being to allow Little Blue to think she'd won. But now she had a name.
Pidge. I wonder just how many things I can pull from your name.
//Exit Attempt
Instead, she smirked coldly, brown eyes glimmering amber. Sweet, with a hint of spice. Instead of commenting, she drew the back of her hand over her lips, then licked them suggestively. Ignoring the scaly brute that leaned over her, no doubt they were going to do something lowbrow.
Annoying little pests.
"Zaa Fenn, hmm? Have fun then, little Blue," she commented carelessly.
She could taste the lust, the anger, and it fueled her far more than any spice or drug. "Next time you're hungry, ask. I'm sure we'll share nicely."
And now the girl was gone. A pity. The lizard was still around. Likely they were going to do something clueless, like shoot the place up. How dull, how artless. Ignoring the angry shouts, there was another in the way. Another man, to be exact, then Tac. She gave Tac a one-shouldered shrug, sighing. "Nobody asks anymore, darling, they never show consideration. Now then."
Hunger sparked bright in her veins, along with the rage, the indignant anger, the bruised pride. They were guests; if they were to come in and disrespect the dynamic, that was one thing. But Little Blue was hiding away now, which was likely the wisest course of action.
Ah well, what a soppy party. Pity, if the woman wouldn't have limped off she would have licked a few lines of spice off her, but no, she just relied on everyone else to do her dirty work for her. Shame, that.
So instead, she pecked Nero on the cheek.
"Kark her until she can't walk."
And with that, she sprinted, fueled by the Force and spice to leap out the nearest window out of there, leaving the bike behind. A loud laugh burst from her lips as she darted out, catching herself on the lip of the window and then down that way, content for the time being to allow Little Blue to think she'd won. But now she had a name.
Pidge. I wonder just how many things I can pull from your name.
//Exit Attempt