kitty wicked
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- Posted: Tue, 05 Mar 2013 08:37:16 +0000
"Whatever you want, Princess, first thing is first though."
Kat poured herself another glass and began to flick her zippo to light a flame for the new cig she had managed to get ahold of. "If only you could just eat blood like normal people." She teased, wandering into the kitchen, "Looks like I got some chicken and rice from the night before!" Kat called out, knowing that was enough to satisfy the demon. She quickly shoved it in the microwave. Drink, drink, she tapped her lips, "Vodka." She decided on, grabbing a glass and pouring three shots in with some ice. "So! Before all of that is done." Kat wandered over to the comfy demoness holding a cig in one hand, and the cup of vodka in the other. "How's the boyfriend's place?"
Let's piss her off.
Kat smiled lightly before she turned to grab her elegant wine glass. The taste was intoxicating, and filled with so many little memories of the other night. Taking someone's life away was always the most pleasurable experience for her. Feeling herself swimming in the poor idiot's blood. The thought of holding his hair as he screamed, feeling the life slowly leave him. Though all Dreamer saw was a smirk.
Kat poured herself another glass and began to flick her zippo to light a flame for the new cig she had managed to get ahold of. "If only you could just eat blood like normal people." She teased, wandering into the kitchen, "Looks like I got some chicken and rice from the night before!" Kat called out, knowing that was enough to satisfy the demon. She quickly shoved it in the microwave. Drink, drink, she tapped her lips, "Vodka." She decided on, grabbing a glass and pouring three shots in with some ice. "So! Before all of that is done." Kat wandered over to the comfy demoness holding a cig in one hand, and the cup of vodka in the other. "How's the boyfriend's place?"
Let's piss her off.
Kat smiled lightly before she turned to grab her elegant wine glass. The taste was intoxicating, and filled with so many little memories of the other night. Taking someone's life away was always the most pleasurable experience for her. Feeling herself swimming in the poor idiot's blood. The thought of holding his hair as he screamed, feeling the life slowly leave him. Though all Dreamer saw was a smirk.