It feels good to have blood under her fingernails again.

The Hellhouse still smells like it's insulated with armpit hair and rat semen. She slides up to the bar. Her shirt reads, 'I put the cute in Execute ( Read more... )

Gaborone, Botswana ( Read more... )

Can the night get any more craptastic?

That psychotic bitch Mary blew that cakewalk gig just to taunt her with a job she doesn't want.

Now she's holed up at a 'sape bar with an idiot in loaner pants. He reeks of formaldahyde, which puts him two steps up from anyone else in the bar ( Read more... )

The usual tomfuckery, as Patch calls it. Low-brow pranks, the air turned blue with the hot cussin' air coming out of every Tom, Dick and Dick what thinks he's got himself a story ( Read more... )

(Continued from here.)

"Vespasian! Oh dear lord, he isn't breathing!"

The Merry Maid partially entangled in a moving maze of laser tripwires smiles.

"Someone give him mouth to mouth!"

One arm can just barely reach the second door to the left. It's open. Hmm.

"He's not just a dog, you heartless bastard! He's my sweet little pookie ookums ( Read more... )

Boston, MA ( Read more... )

Mystique stares at the HellHouse. This is why she has minions.

No.

This is where she acquires minions. Her current lot need a few more weeks to stew in jail after the bullshit they pulled while she was in Genosha. She'll break them out when she needs some muscle or when they stop whining about paid vacation leave, whichever comes first. Right ( Read more... )

Sigh ( Read more... )

Nnngh.

Ow.Weasel tries to take stock of all the separate pains in his body, and gives up after reaching number fifteen. He manages to roll a bit on the floor... And realizes that not only is she gone, but she left him in the cuffs ( Read more... )

Oh, baby.

He couldn't believe his luck. New girl at the Ranch, and she was gorgeous. And she was available. She wasn't cheap, but then, who wanted cheap?

"Welcome," he said to his companion, "to the Casa de Comadreja."

Hot damn, he even cleaned.