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Toxic Kiss
The LA night was muggy as Val kicked at the back door to The Velvet Noose, the newest club in town. Her raven hair whipped around her head, green streaks like poison, as she vented her frustration. That thick southern voice dripped curses like moccasin venom. Her leather jacket draped over her small form like a banner
Micah grunted and ran a hand through her short blonde spikes, muscles tensing along her powerful frame. She exhaled once, like a steam engine. before she reached over and pulled Val back
Micah just rolled her eyes with a exasperated fondness for these two women. She shoved Val into Steph's arms
Steph pushed Val off with a laugh then whistled down the alley to Hour, who was leaning against a dumpster smoking a cigarette
Fuckin' chickenshits! Come on back out here and touch me again!
Micah grunted and ran a hand through her short blonde spikes, muscles tensing along her powerful frame. She exhaled once, like a steam engine. before she reached over and pulled Val back
Enuff uh that!Her rough Seattle accent slipping through as she held the smaller drummer back. The two struggled for a moment before Val raised her hands and huffed. The tension done for now. Val just leaned back in Micah's arms for support gritted her teeth like she wanted to chew something. Micah's sharp brown eyes looked past Val to the coppery haired woman lounging against the wall. Steph. The lead singer. Steph looked back, pushed the bandana tied around her hair line back and gave them a bright and hungry smile
Eh, fuck that place. Assholes wanna touch MY drummer?She walked to Val and traced a finger along the drummer's jaw. Val snapped her teeth at Steph's finger but grinned like sin
Not until I've broken you first, Val...
Ooooh, you got plans, sugar?Val purred
Please tell me it's somewhere ah can bite you pretty.
Micah just rolled her eyes with a exasperated fondness for these two women. She shoved Val into Steph's arms
Christ, you two er too much!Micah then stretched, thick joints popping
Where we headed, bahss?
Steph pushed Val off with a laugh then whistled down the alley to Hour, who was leaning against a dumpster smoking a cigarette
Hey, Bass line!She called, her nickname for you rolling off her tongue
Pack it up! Party's moving!Steph spun and began to walk. Hips swaying and a finger snap. Like she knew you'd follow
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