WHO: Tommy and Jinx.
WHAT: The rest of their historic first date.
WHERE: Tommy's bedroom.
WHEN: Sunday night, June 8th
Sweating, grinning, Jinx pulled herself out of the bed and stretched her arms up in the air, popping most of her spine. That was very, very, very, incredibly, wonderfully, and many other adjectives.... nice. Almost purring with long
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But not as slowly as one might have expected.
"Oy." he said. It was an unforgiving tone of voice. He wasn't going to play games. A misstep now, and he would defend himself to the death and without regret.
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"But, do you want to hear something weird, Tommy? Something absolutely fucking crazy?" She sighed heavily, still not making contact with his pretty eyes. "I don't want to kill you. I know I should have by now, but I really don't want to. You're so young, so many mistakes left to make that other people will want to kill you for. And now that I've told you all this, told you that I'm a murderer, I really should slit your throat to make sure you don't squeal. I get this odd feeling you won't though. I mean, who would you tell? You're this fresh young kid, so much life left to live, and you stupidly come to ( ... )
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He allowed her to have her moment without interruption.
"You're a very weird girl." His tone hadn't softened much, but it was rarely soft, so it was approaching normal now. "But fine. My name's Tommy, I don't kill people for a living but it's not out of the question, so try not to do shit like that."
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"How about we go a little slower." said Tommy, "God, I never thought I'd ever say that.
You proved you can have sex with me and not kill me. Awesome. How about we leave sleeping together for next time?" Because, you know, how was he supposed to sleep after that?
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Grinning, she closed her eyes and made herself quite comfortable against him. His bed felt nicer than hers. "And you should be much more careful, but not you have to deal with your mistake. If you want to send me home, I might as well threaten you with something so I'm sure you're not going to run away to the AMC or someone to hunt me down. I'm very comfy and sleepy ( ... )
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She was right about this being comfortable, though. Why did she have to go and get his adrenaline going like that? He'd used enough of it for the night.
He dug himself a bit deeper into the bed with his shoulders. An armful of girl was always good; an armful of naked girl was even better. Oh well, it wasn't like he hadn't known it was stupid when he did it.
"Tell you what. I'll let you sleep here if you tell me about the AMC and whatever else it is I've missed only living here a couple weeks."
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The AMC, hm. "Is the AMC an actual organization or just whatever you call people after the mob?" Either way, they sounded like they could be useful. He still didn't know who exactly was responsible for experimenting on him; they might have that information.
"If that's true, why hasn't Monacello won the war yet?" Someone was being really obviously biased here.
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Sleep would be nice sometime soon, but Tommy wanted his questions answered. And his next one sparked something within her, her pride mostly. "Well, there's still a long way to go with this war. Vescovo has all the money and they're a deeper rooted mafia family. Monacello with beat them soon enough, you wait." She chuckled a little, then it turned into a yawn. "Just be careful about getting involved in the mafia war. Some people make profit of it, but most end up getting killed."
Smiling instead of grinning, she told him, "And I don't want you to get killed."
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"I don't want to get involved in it," said Tommy, "I'm here for unrelated reasons." Probably unrelated reasons, at least, until he knew better.
That was enough of questions, anyway. The haze of sleep was tugging at him yet again. He closed his eyes, hoping she wouldn't kill him and the lovebirds but not especially worried. He hadn't come this far expecting to survive, after all.
That thought in his mind, he began to doze off.
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