Carmen.
What a lovely woman.
Mary remembered meeting her once before not too long ago. Couple weeks at this point. She had tossed some money Mary's way, Mary graciously tossed it back, then a few semi-automatic high powered rifles magically appeared on her loading dock the next day! What a great relationship they had, Carmen was like Mary's fairy godmother! Mary never had one of those before- could be fun.
Entering the sunny park in the middle of the day, Mary couldn't help but feel a little collapse of joy in her twisted heart. This wasn't how backroom deals for illegal substances were conducted! No no! They were conducted in seedy bars, or dark underground alleys, or like, those places where the girls spun around poles with their tops off. Places like that! Not- this.
A gaggle of five year olds celebrating a birthday party cheered not too far off as Mary spotted Carmen standing by a park bench. Deciding to try and look 'non-chalant,' Mary snuck her way up beside the older woman and tried to gently grasp her hand from behind. Simultaneously, Mary whispered as near Carmen's ear as she could get, "Hey baby, which one's you's-s?"
Mary was vaguely aware her breath smelled nice at this moment, and not like cigarrettes. Which was unfortunate, since she usually tried pretty hard to upkeep the menacing little goblin vibe. But in a nice pair of jeans, combat boots, and a puffy jacket, Mary felt like she looked like a homosexual Gen-Z'er. Smiling, she added, "Sorry I'm late, was watchin' the Cowboy Bebop. I'ma sucker for Spike, you's know."
What a lovely woman.
Mary remembered meeting her once before not too long ago. Couple weeks at this point. She had tossed some money Mary's way, Mary graciously tossed it back, then a few semi-automatic high powered rifles magically appeared on her loading dock the next day! What a great relationship they had, Carmen was like Mary's fairy godmother! Mary never had one of those before- could be fun.
Entering the sunny park in the middle of the day, Mary couldn't help but feel a little collapse of joy in her twisted heart. This wasn't how backroom deals for illegal substances were conducted! No no! They were conducted in seedy bars, or dark underground alleys, or like, those places where the girls spun around poles with their tops off. Places like that! Not- this.
A gaggle of five year olds celebrating a birthday party cheered not too far off as Mary spotted Carmen standing by a park bench. Deciding to try and look 'non-chalant,' Mary snuck her way up beside the older woman and tried to gently grasp her hand from behind. Simultaneously, Mary whispered as near Carmen's ear as she could get, "Hey baby, which one's you's-s?"
Mary was vaguely aware her breath smelled nice at this moment, and not like cigarrettes. Which was unfortunate, since she usually tried pretty hard to upkeep the menacing little goblin vibe. But in a nice pair of jeans, combat boots, and a puffy jacket, Mary felt like she looked like a homosexual Gen-Z'er. Smiling, she added, "Sorry I'm late, was watchin' the Cowboy Bebop. I'ma sucker for Spike, you's know."