[ Silco's office reeks now. Years of cigar smoke in leather and wood, closed up to incubate with whatever bottles of Undercity hooch Sevika's left to roll under the couch. Stale and rank, more like a storage room than an office befitting a leader.
He'd kill her for it. Too bad he's already fucking dead.
Sevika keeps her eyes on Jinx as she lopes toward the door; should probably be relieved this encounter didn't end with Sevika trussed up in the rafters and let her go, that bounty hanging over her pretty head.
Maybe it's the booze or the grief that makes Sevika stupid, today. Probably both. Jinx flings the door open and Sevika's elbow bumps a familiar box in the clutter on his desk, gropes to open it.
She knows how many cigars are left, has flicked the lid open more than once since Silco died. Used to order these special for him, and now she's looking at the last one.
Sevika's nostrils flare on an exhale, and she's speaking before she can stop herself. ]
He ever teach you how?
[ To properly smoke one. Against all of Sevika's better instincts, she spreads her knees on her stool and leans forward, holding the cigar out to Jinx. ]
[ Jinx doesn’t know who used to clean Silco’s office. Some weedy little thing, moving about nervously ever since he got scolded for wiping her fine artwork off Silco’s coffee mug. He went with the other snivelling creatures that used to circle them all, attaching himself to another up and coming boss of the lanes — like those little fish that swim alongside bigger ones.
Even with the bounties on both her and Sevika’s heads, they come here often. Separately, for the most part, though there have been times Jinx has seen her sat below and said nothing. She imagines there are instances where Sevika has spied her braids hanging from the rafters and done the same. Having seen the familiar tracks through the dust in the outer rooms, Jinx knows who she’ll find in the office.
Her mouth splits, delighted to have made Sevika stumble, only for her expression to still, caught on the question. Why — ]
No.
[ In a violet blur, Jinx is there, tiny ass plonked atop one of Sevika’s muscular thighs, leaning into her space with a leer, practically begging to be shoved aside. ]
You offering to teach me?
[ All lashes and teeth, voice low. A hint of amusement gives away the game. ‘Cause she doubts Sevika is offering her anything, even if she’s been almost — nice, since they reunited here the first time. ]
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He'd kill her for it. Too bad he's already fucking dead.
Sevika keeps her eyes on Jinx as she lopes toward the door; should probably be relieved this encounter didn't end with Sevika trussed up in the rafters and let her go, that bounty hanging over her pretty head.
Maybe it's the booze or the grief that makes Sevika stupid, today. Probably both. Jinx flings the door open and Sevika's elbow bumps a familiar box in the clutter on his desk, gropes to open it.
She knows how many cigars are left, has flicked the lid open more than once since Silco died. Used to order these special for him, and now she's looking at the last one.
Sevika's nostrils flare on an exhale, and she's speaking before she can stop herself. ]
He ever teach you how?
[ To properly smoke one. Against all of Sevika's better instincts, she spreads her knees on her stool and leans forward, holding the cigar out to Jinx. ]
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Even with the bounties on both her and Sevika’s heads, they come here often. Separately, for the most part, though there have been times Jinx has seen her sat below and said nothing. She imagines there are instances where Sevika has spied her braids hanging from the rafters and done the same. Having seen the familiar tracks through the dust in the outer rooms, Jinx knows who she’ll find in the office.
Her mouth splits, delighted to have made Sevika stumble, only for her expression to still, caught on the question. Why — ]
No.
[ In a violet blur, Jinx is there, tiny ass plonked atop one of Sevika’s muscular thighs, leaning into her space with a leer, practically begging to be shoved aside. ]
You offering to teach me?
[ All lashes and teeth, voice low. A hint of amusement gives away the game. ‘Cause she doubts Sevika is offering her anything, even if she’s been almost — nice, since they reunited here the first time. ]