One of the Back Alleys in Fandom, Very Early Sunday Morning
Dawn was creeping over Fandom when Rita stumbled back towards her club. She'd had a fun night, but she never stayed the night unless she was hoping for a mistress gig, and Leon was just the hired help.
Speaking of, the bruiser was insisting on walking her back like a gentleman. Or like someone who was paid to be sure she didn't end up with a knife in her back.
The early-morning hangover wasn't helping her senses out any, but the sight peeking out from the dumpster shook her out of her fog.
"Are those legs?"
Just what she needed.
(Squall Leon modded with permission, natch)
Speaking of, the bruiser was insisting on walking her back like a gentleman. Or like someone who was paid to be sure she didn't end up with a knife in her back.
The early-morning hangover wasn't helping her senses out any, but the sight peeking out from the dumpster shook her out of her fog.
"Are those legs?"
Just what she needed.
(Squall Leon modded with permission, natch)