our next date plans. If I caught him stripping on stage, all the better.
A new Transformers movie just came out, and Bas volunteered to take the boys this evening, allowing me a few hours of freedom. Secretly, I think he wanted to see the movie himself, the boys just provided a good cover for his tough alpha reputation.
Bas and I met a few years back, when I first started working for the PPD. As a black panther shifter Enforcer, he traveled all the time, but when in town, he made a point to stop by and speak to me when in the office. Not too long after, he showed up at my doorstep injured. I took him in, cared for him, and fed him. Like a stray cat, he stayed. We sort of adopted one another and he's been a solid support since.
Hello Kitty ruled the wardrobe decision today. I sported the shirt and shoes, while tossing in pink jeans and socks to match. Considering the DNA of my boyfriend, I figured he would appreciate the irony of the outfit.
Hearing a loud thump, I paused, scanning the long narrow passage in front of me. Misha stood at the next doorway, her left side to me, watching something with interest. My 'something is up' radar binged loudly.
Hurrying over, I peered around Misha, viewing what drew her attention.
A large darkened room full of boxes sitting on a cement floor outlined the scene. Noises pulled my attention from the walls to more of the center area. Two men paced in a circle, both large and bulky with dark coloring. Meat stood in the center, lightly shifting and twisting, trying to keep them both in view. One sleeve bore red blood stains already.
"You'll be begging for death before we're done with you." The taller of the men sneered while waving a dark metallic device resembling a Taser in the air. The other guy flashed a knife back and forth with practiced motion. A Taser? Either he couldn't afford a gun or they really wanted my boyfriend just incapacitated instead of dead.
I glanced around until my gaze landed on the evil Misha. She stood leaning with her back to the wall, filing her nails despite the violence in front of her. Anger bubbled and boiled over in my system. Stomping over, I stopped just short of stepping on her brand new shiny red shoes.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Her gaze flicked toward me, then raked me from head to foot. Her mouth curled in obvious disgust. "Where did you get that nasty outfit? The Goodwill Store?"
I bit my tongue and pointed to the action. "Why aren't you helping Meat?"
She shrugged. "He's a male. Males fight." I opened my mouth but she continued, "Besides, if I got involved, it would only piss him off."
"But he's hurt!"
She looked up once more then returned to her nails. "He's fine."
"Ohhhhh. You're pathetic!" I left her in my wake, taking myself and my hot pink Hello Kitty tennis shoes into the action.
The bad guys glanced at me as they continued their strategic maneuvering, coming closer to make a swipe before backing away. One rolled his eyes in my direction before dismissing me completely. My superhero costume of Hello Kitty Wonder girl apparently lacked intimidation. No respect, I swear. Oh, how stupid bad guys can be .
I paused a moment then dashed into the center of the impromptu circle, skidding into Meat's back. The attackers took a couple of seconds to confer strategy, leaving me the opening I sought.
"Oops. Sorry. I used to be better at that with jump rope. Guess I'm out of practice."
Meat grabbed my arm, shoving me to his side and a bit behind him. "What in the hell are you doing here?" he snarled, his eyes never leaving the circling men.
Was that a rhetorical question? Or did he really expect the long answer? I opted for short and blunt considering the situation. "Helping."
"Get out of here now!" He sidestepped around me, bumping me away from the knife-wielding man who lurched his direction.
"Oh. That's the man with the hairy mole on his arm!" The man frowned in my direction, his face pinching. "You really should get that checked on.
A new Transformers movie just came out, and Bas volunteered to take the boys this evening, allowing me a few hours of freedom. Secretly, I think he wanted to see the movie himself, the boys just provided a good cover for his tough alpha reputation.
Bas and I met a few years back, when I first started working for the PPD. As a black panther shifter Enforcer, he traveled all the time, but when in town, he made a point to stop by and speak to me when in the office. Not too long after, he showed up at my doorstep injured. I took him in, cared for him, and fed him. Like a stray cat, he stayed. We sort of adopted one another and he's been a solid support since.
Hello Kitty ruled the wardrobe decision today. I sported the shirt and shoes, while tossing in pink jeans and socks to match. Considering the DNA of my boyfriend, I figured he would appreciate the irony of the outfit.
Hearing a loud thump, I paused, scanning the long narrow passage in front of me. Misha stood at the next doorway, her left side to me, watching something with interest. My 'something is up' radar binged loudly.
Hurrying over, I peered around Misha, viewing what drew her attention.
A large darkened room full of boxes sitting on a cement floor outlined the scene. Noises pulled my attention from the walls to more of the center area. Two men paced in a circle, both large and bulky with dark coloring. Meat stood in the center, lightly shifting and twisting, trying to keep them both in view. One sleeve bore red blood stains already.
"You'll be begging for death before we're done with you." The taller of the men sneered while waving a dark metallic device resembling a Taser in the air. The other guy flashed a knife back and forth with practiced motion. A Taser? Either he couldn't afford a gun or they really wanted my boyfriend just incapacitated instead of dead.
I glanced around until my gaze landed on the evil Misha. She stood leaning with her back to the wall, filing her nails despite the violence in front of her. Anger bubbled and boiled over in my system. Stomping over, I stopped just short of stepping on her brand new shiny red shoes.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Her gaze flicked toward me, then raked me from head to foot. Her mouth curled in obvious disgust. "Where did you get that nasty outfit? The Goodwill Store?"
I bit my tongue and pointed to the action. "Why aren't you helping Meat?"
She shrugged. "He's a male. Males fight." I opened my mouth but she continued, "Besides, if I got involved, it would only piss him off."
"But he's hurt!"
She looked up once more then returned to her nails. "He's fine."
"Ohhhhh. You're pathetic!" I left her in my wake, taking myself and my hot pink Hello Kitty tennis shoes into the action.
The bad guys glanced at me as they continued their strategic maneuvering, coming closer to make a swipe before backing away. One rolled his eyes in my direction before dismissing me completely. My superhero costume of Hello Kitty Wonder girl apparently lacked intimidation. No respect, I swear. Oh, how stupid bad guys can be .
I paused a moment then dashed into the center of the impromptu circle, skidding into Meat's back. The attackers took a couple of seconds to confer strategy, leaving me the opening I sought.
"Oops. Sorry. I used to be better at that with jump rope. Guess I'm out of practice."
Meat grabbed my arm, shoving me to his side and a bit behind him. "What in the hell are you doing here?" he snarled, his eyes never leaving the circling men.
Was that a rhetorical question? Or did he really expect the long answer? I opted for short and blunt considering the situation. "Helping."
"Get out of here now!" He sidestepped around me, bumping me away from the knife-wielding man who lurched his direction.
"Oh. That's the man with the hairy mole on his arm!" The man frowned in my direction, his face pinching. "You really should get that checked on.
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