Charloft Winter Bingo "Panties"
“I really don’t care what this person is into, I’m not wearing those, Sy!”
“Come on. It’s not like it even matters if anyone sees you in them.”
“It fucking matters to me!”
What was the fight over? A pair of crotchless panties and a skirt that would work more as a belt than anything that was supposed to cover her ass.
“Some of us still have something akin to propriety, Sy!” she snapped at him, hurling the underwear back in his face. “Come on! I know that I can tear the piss outta him if he so much as tries to touch me, but it’s the principal of the matter! I’m not a goddamn hooker!”
She stomped toward her bedroom and went inside, slamming the door behind her and locking it. As soon as she did, the lock clicked back toward being unlocked. “Not fucking fair!” she screamed, grabbing a dresser and shoving it against the door before sitting on top of it. “I’m making a fucking point, you asshole!”
“And what point would that be?” Sy’s voice asked from the other side of the door.
“That I’m not just a dress up doll to bring along and distract the fuckers that you deal with!” she snarled, laying down on the dresser and crossing her arms. “Look, the heels, leg warmers, shit like that? I don’t care. That doesn’t bother me. This shit is too far, though. Go find someone else to be your Barbie Doll if that’s all you want!”
There was a long period of silence from the other side of the door. Just as Haylee was sure that he left, she heard him move, pushing against the door, surprising her by causing the dresser to move in the process. Once he had the door pushed open enough, he walked inside, looming over her still prone form over the dresser. “I’m sorry, alright? Now will you please stop sulking over this? If you don’t want to just be dressed up, then I have to actually *teach* you about this shit, which means you getting off the damn dresser and talking to me.”
That was probably one of the more lucid conversations she’d ever had with Sy. Him being lucid usually scared her, as it usually meant something bad, but maybe her just being that actually pissed at him snapped him back enough, at least in short term.
“You have to stop looming over me first,” she pointed out to him. When he moved, she sat up. “Alright, let’s talk then,” she said to him.
“Come on. It’s not like it even matters if anyone sees you in them.”
“It fucking matters to me!”
What was the fight over? A pair of crotchless panties and a skirt that would work more as a belt than anything that was supposed to cover her ass.
“Some of us still have something akin to propriety, Sy!” she snapped at him, hurling the underwear back in his face. “Come on! I know that I can tear the piss outta him if he so much as tries to touch me, but it’s the principal of the matter! I’m not a goddamn hooker!”
She stomped toward her bedroom and went inside, slamming the door behind her and locking it. As soon as she did, the lock clicked back toward being unlocked. “Not fucking fair!” she screamed, grabbing a dresser and shoving it against the door before sitting on top of it. “I’m making a fucking point, you asshole!”
“And what point would that be?” Sy’s voice asked from the other side of the door.
“That I’m not just a dress up doll to bring along and distract the fuckers that you deal with!” she snarled, laying down on the dresser and crossing her arms. “Look, the heels, leg warmers, shit like that? I don’t care. That doesn’t bother me. This shit is too far, though. Go find someone else to be your Barbie Doll if that’s all you want!”
There was a long period of silence from the other side of the door. Just as Haylee was sure that he left, she heard him move, pushing against the door, surprising her by causing the dresser to move in the process. Once he had the door pushed open enough, he walked inside, looming over her still prone form over the dresser. “I’m sorry, alright? Now will you please stop sulking over this? If you don’t want to just be dressed up, then I have to actually *teach* you about this shit, which means you getting off the damn dresser and talking to me.”
That was probably one of the more lucid conversations she’d ever had with Sy. Him being lucid usually scared her, as it usually meant something bad, but maybe her just being that actually pissed at him snapped him back enough, at least in short term.
“You have to stop looming over me first,” she pointed out to him. When he moved, she sat up. “Alright, let’s talk then,” she said to him.