Knives sighed, “Bigger book bag, less books or~” she paused for a second before a Cheshire cat grin spread across her face. “or threaten to kill…
“Threatening people is an art.” She chuckled, “You have to know what to threaten.”
Glancing around she added, “If mobility is an issue, why do you not get an ereader thing? Then you wouldn’t need to come down this road.”
She beamed. “Damn. I’ve got to get one of these.” turning to him she added, “I’ve been called an adrenaline junkie on occasion.” Knives stuck a hand in her pocket, “Cigarette?”
Jim watched her carefully still as she gazed around at the Enterprise some more. “Well, yeah,…
She huffed a bit, but the cigarette case stayed in her pocket. She’d need to find some where to smoke soon. “So Captain, how long you been in charge?” Her eyes scanned him, he was pretty attractive, and young.
No Need To Help Me, I Can Take Care Of Myself: Hello!
“No need to be rude.” Knives told her, blowing smoke through her nose, Momentarily distracted by the thought of dragons. She looked the girl over, emotionless eyes staring “You should get a book bag. I’m sure that would…
Knives sighed, “Bigger book bag, less books or~” she paused for a second before a Cheshire cat grin spread across her face. “or threaten to kill someone and their family unless they carry your books.”
Knives had been sauntering down the sidewalk, she’d needed to stop into a local garage and inquire about a couple things. She noticed the girl drop her books. “you dropped your books.” she told her, cocking an eyebrow as she tapped ash from her cigarette onto the ground.
…
“No need to be rude.” Knives told her, blowing smoke through her nose, Momentarily distracted by the thought of dragons. She looked the girl over, emotionless eyes staring “You should get a book bag. I’m sure that would solve some of your problems “.
Olivia was rolling down the sidewalk. Her books on her lap that she had to give back to the library since she finished them. She hit a bump on the sidewalk from going from one block to the other. She jolted and her books fell to the ground at her feet. She went to grab them, but her arms were too short, “damn.”
Knives had been sauntering down the sidewalk, she’d needed to stop into a local garage and inquire about a couple things. She noticed the girl drop her books. “you dropped your books.” she told her, cocking an eyebrow as she tapped ash from her cigarette onto the ground.
“A pack?” She shrugged, “Why not?” Pausing she added, “Is something wrong?”
“Tom!” she grinned, “Always one for you.”
“I don’t really remember.” Bennie sat up and rubbed her forehead. “I may have been drunk off my ass. If I had to guess though, I’d say it was Lestrade. He did threaten to last time I missed a few days.” Bennie tried to think back, it was too fuzzy. All she could remember was somebody dragging her, vomit, a voice. If she could remember the voice, or the words she was sure she could figure it out.
“oh, Greg’s a sweetheart.” She chuckled, the pounding was getting worse in her temples. She needed to smoke. “You dont mind do you?” Knives asked, lighting the cigarette. She didn’t care if it was against the rules.
“Where the Hell did you get that?” Bennie asked irritably, Knives could find smokes, but she couldn’t get alcohol. “Can you get booze?” The turning of her stomach was getting worse, she hoped she really wouldn’t be sick on Knives’s shoes. Bennie liked living.
“I think I got it from some 7/11 mart a few blocks back.” she grumbled, Knives liked answering things literally to annoy people. “and of course I can get alcohol.”
