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@ 𝐒𝐀𝐗𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 | bite me, baby. ( nsfw )

[bountyhead]

[ The preceding days have been imprinted with a feeling of defeat and although she's no stranger to substantial amounts of loss, this time it felt particularly torrential and massive, as if she'd pissed off one of the fortune deities or something ridiculously ill-omened like that. Predictably, the guys did nothing to help ease the blows; with every pathetic joke about lady luck or backhanded remark about being taught a lesson, it had finally rubbed her so raw that one last comment sends her rage into motion and she shatters a glass before wordlessly storming off. From behind, Jet shouts about something or another, what exactly she can't make out through her thundery anger, and she presses on with the intention of never returning again.

By the time she can release her restive grip from the handlebars long enough to text Gren, she's already out the gate near Callisto. The quick exchange ends with an inspiring: "I'm hot and the light's on. You better hurry." — and at the suggestion, she throttles the gas to quickly descend upon the frigid atmosphere and within the hour she arrives in the dreary cityscape of Blue Crow, diving straight into the heart of it to reach him.

There's very little warning before Faye comes ripping through the door with a stormy force, slamming it shut behind her. A dramatic entrance followed by the rustling of clothing as she tosses her key aside, strips off her jacket, kicks off her ankle boots, and starts undoing her top with no intention of wasting time. ]

I hope you're still hot because I'm raring to go.

[ And in the chance that he wasn't, she was prepared to fix that. ]