“Let’s play a game” – SS

Scene setting : Greed Castle

co-written with Moo, Temp & Dessy.

 

Temp:  Nami looked at the three people in front of her, clueless as to who they were. None of them seemed ordinary, that much was clear. The first one to talk to her quickly got on her nerves, due to her criticizing her methods. She was rather bold in her attempt, but she was still quite sneaky to be able to get where she was so easily. Nami was about the send a middle finger the woman’s way, until the cat creature went and patted her head. She grumbled at the action, wanting nothing more than to punch the guy in the face. Violence wasn’t going to get her anywhere though, so she stood still and chose not to make a damn move. “Serin…” The word was spoken very lightly, but she knew that it would be audible to one person in particular. She hadn’t wanted to cause any problems for Serin and Oroan, but it seemed she had no choice. For now she would stay still, refusing to say another word. Once Serin and Oroan showed up…she’d make a move.

 

Moo:  “She’s taking too long,” Serin muttered to herself. Currently, she had her back against the pillar, staring down at the cobblestone at the tips of her shoes while her thumb and index finger met her lips. She seemed to be biting her fingertip with anticipation and nervousness.

Oroan made low noise, though she hadn’t heard any word in particular being muttered. “Inconvenient little–”

Serin…
The demon master suddenly stepped forward, spinning to face the castle. “She’s in trouble.”

“Get back,” Oroan hissed. “Guards are everywhere!” A grumble followed as he peered around the stones he leaned against.

“I heard her! She’s in trouble!” The contract made between demon and master allowed for a variety of little tricks and connections. Telepathy was included, or better known as mind-link. Something the pair shared during their battles. It explained how fluently they moved with one another, and how they seemed to come to the same conclusions while working in defensive modes. It happened that Nami also allowed the ability in her contract, though it was much, much more limited.
But how would the pair get to her? Running for the door certainly wasn’t going to be the answer, as guards marched in front of it every few minutes, and it was likely more were waiting on the other side. Serin pursed her lips, thinking as quickly as she could. Any forced entry would result in the trio being put in danger. So why not walk in as guests? She fingered a small buzzer that happened to be on the pillar she’d been leaning against. Oops.

“What are you-?” Oroan’s question was cut off with a sharp shh! and he growled under his breath. “Who knows how many of those shit-heads Nami has gathered. And we’re just going to waltz right in…” Another sound was made to silence him. This time she waved her hand in front of her quickly, as if zipping his lips for him. Then she would wait for a reply.
Either this would serve as a distraction for Nami, or the two would be escorted inside, only to be added to Mammon’s shit list.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “What did she say?” Lydia asked, when she barely could make out the name that the small thief had just given up. The Demoness of Ambition looked back at Mariela and asked. “Well?” Scar was still admiring the little thief, sniffing her like she was on the night’s menu. The alp had a thing for feisty little creatures such as this one. She may not have had the biggest tits he had ever seen, but she was gutsy in how she stood there before Lydia and Mariela. Lydia reached for the jeweled chalice and turned it around with a light spin of her wrist. It was one of Mammon’s favorite possessions and had been in the family for years. Even Lydia knew that this was the chalice he had drank from each and every night. That was until his untimely demise. She tapped the side of the chalice, then lowered her gaze to the creature before her.

“How bold you are, to think you can steal from the Castle Greed? I mean, it shows you know so little about how things work here.” Lydia said, now starting to pace back and forth as she considered just how to deal with the thief who had been caught red handed. Handing the chalice to Scar, Lydia then came up with a cunning way on how to deal with the thief.

“Tell you what. I propose a little game. If you win, you go free. if you lose….I cut off your hands, so that you will never steal again.”

Greed : Front entrance

The buzzing sound alerted the guards who had been patrolling the front gates since Castle Greed was still on high alert after the fall of Mammon. There was much that could be gained from a raiding party, if they chose to attack. Though Mammon did put measures in place to assure that if anyone tried to mount an offensive, that they were in for a really bad time. Hell hounds were known to be all over the castle ground. A treasured animal and servant of the Prince of Greed. But even with his passing, the power of Greed had been consumed by Lydia, and so the hell hounds would serve her just as faithfully.

Two large guards, in full suits or armor and carrying large battle axes approached the main gate and thick columns where Oroan and Serin were.

“What do you two want?” The first guard asked gruffly, while the other one simply drooled through the mouth grill of his helm.

~RB~

 

Temp:  
Nami was getting annoyed with these people more and more as time went on. At the rate this was going she was going to have to do something drastic to escape. Serin and Oroan were not able to help her as quickly as she needed, which meant she would have to do something about this herself. Before she was able to try anything, she was presented with ‘a game’. “Fine.” What else could she really say? ‘Fine, you ugly old hag.’ That came to mind, but that probably wouldn’t have a positive effect.

 

Dessy:  Mariela watched Lydia, noticing how angry she was. Mariela knew this was the time she should keep her mouth shut. Mariela titled her head again at the small girl. “She is not a thing, Scar. She is a person. A very mischievous person, at that..” she said, putting her hands behind her. “She’s cute, yes, but the cute one’s are the one’s you always watch out for.” she said, looking at Scar and motioning for him to step away from her. “Leave her alone, Scar.” she then said. Mariela looked over at Lydia then and shrugged. “I couldn’t understand her, Lydia.” she said. She stayed silent as Lydia spoke and paced and forth. Mariela had to admit, she was a bit scared of Lydia when she was angry – which is why she stayed so quiet this entire time. But when Lydia mentioned a “game”, and cutting off her hands, then Mariela spoke. “Don’t you think that’s a little harsh, Lydia? I don’t think cutting off her hands will help anything. Can’t we just simply lock her away or give her a warning, instead of doing something extreme like cutting off her hands?” she stated her opinion. Poor Mariela, much too good-natured and nice to be in a place like Hell. That niceness would surely get her killed.

 

Moo:  Both bodies had straightened after Serin’s finger made contact with the buzzer. It lingered there only for a moment until two guards appeared. Serin ignored the drooling, keeping a steady gaze on the more intelligent of the two. “I have urgent news… I must report it to Mammon.” Hopefully this would be enough to get through the gates. She would stare intently at the first guard without so much as a bat of the eye.
Oroan simply stood there with his arms crossed, only a foot behind her. Just in case things turned ugly quickly. Because Nami was Serin’s first priority, it would most likely cause recklessness from his demon master. “It’s about Gluttony,” he added in a gruff voice. Because he had worked under the prince, he knew the relationship between Baal and Mammon. Sharing information with each other was natural, so the gates were expected to open in the next moment.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Lydia had her mind made up, or so she thought. To make the thief pay for her attempt to steal the prized jeweled chalice of Mammon. However, she wasn’t counting on Mariela’s protest. Saying that it was an extreme punishment to cut the girl’s hands off for her crime. Lydia was about to come up with the game, but on looking back at Mariela and seeing the look on her face – the disappointment, Lydia then pouted. It was like…Mariela’s goodness had an affect upon the Demon of Ambition.

“She is a thief. There are laws against such things, even in Hell.” This was Lydia’s argument for her case, but the more she spoke, the more upset Mariela looked. Scar was peering from behind the thief and wondering just why Lydia was having to defend her actions. It was odd to see her like this. Truth be told, Lydia already had a lot on her mind…and her plate. Dealing with the little thief was on the bottom of her list of priorities.

“Alright…alright. Maybe..the whole cutting off her hands thing was extreme. Fine. YOU deal with the thief. I have invitations to write out. Come on Scar.” At that, Lydia left the thief in the capable hands of Mariela, as she headed up to her chambers to start writing out the invitations to the masked ball she had planned. Scar looked back at Mariela and smirked, before sneering at the little thief.

Front Gate

“I have urgent news… I must report it to Mammon.” One of the pair said to the guard, only to have the guards look at each other and both shrug. They knew Mammon was dead, but it was obvious that this pair didn’t. “It’s about Gluttony,” At the word of Gluttony, the guards then thought this must be important news for the Princess, Lydia. They were probably going to regret this, but then decided to lead the pair into the main throne room, where they would only find Mariela and the little thief.

“People here about Gluttony.” The first guard said to Mariela, nudging Oroan forward.

~RB~

 

 

Santa’s Fire truck.

 

Kids in pyjamas line the street

Wearing cotton to beat the heat

We hear the sound of the fire truck’s blast

Expectant families all wait on the grass

Every year just around five,

that is when Santa Claus will arrive.

It’s tradition in many an Outback town

and kids with dogs chase the fire truck down.

The truck is decorated with tinsel and foil,

flashing it’s lights, flags fluttering.

There is Santa, way up on top

Waving to the crowds

tossing lollies down to all the kids;

while Mum and Dad watch on from the front porch.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

Rough Dominance – SS

 

 

Scene setting : Dark alley in Hell.

co-written with Artie.

(Brutal sex scene – reader discretion is advised)

 

Artie:  The blonde felt her skin perk with goosebumps at his words and whistle… but at the same time his words prompted a sort of fear only he could bring to the front of her mind.. The chill went from her core to her fingertips, causing her to involuntarily wrap one arm protectively around her breasts.. despite her full covering she still felt exposed. His tone gave her the feeling that he saw through her clothing, to the soft flesh underneath.. He’d only ever forcefully exposed her bosom to his greedy eyes, the rest remained hidden from his view and the thief felt such was best.. Slowly she would increase her own pace, the heat of the moment beginning to sober her, yet at the same time it kept her drunk and under. “Fuck that!” Her voice had risen in pitch — was that how she sounded when in ecstasy? The warlock could only ponder..

The fall of her chest picked up as did his pace, her own feet fumbling to move faster.. It was difficult to remain balance as one hand clutched the bottle of liquid that made her in such stupor.. the other hugging to her chest.. Even now she was dressed in such clothing that held everything in, but her increased voluptuousness also created an effect.. So surely, if all was released, she’d be much more appealing than now.. despite already appearing so. “Go away, you.. you.. fuck!” She’d gotten frustrated, increasing her pace and thus the loudness of her strides..

And then strong arms wrapped around her body, encasing her. At this the girl’s feet would kick upwards, heat bursting from her core at the physical touch while her mind screamed in agony with the yell of fright from her lips.. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Her hand would bring back the bottle over his head – she was unsure if she’d hit him, or if it flew over him.. But either way, she heard the shatter of her only defense…

Her leg would attempt to kick back, aiming to hit him hard in the shin. This was done merely to get a few hits in – from his strong grasp she knew that her continuous squirming would do little good.. Her heart beat furiously, excited and scared all at the same time as her chest moved in reaction as such. “Son of a bitch! Bastard!” Random profanities ripped from her lips, her expression that of a snarl as she could feel her clothing tightening against her form.. Her hands clawed for his arms, attempting to leave deep scratches on his forearms.

All thought of his pleasure was forgotten as she fought his will.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~ Come into these arms again….and lay your body down~

Such a rawness to her voice. Though tainted by the drink, there was a hidden message within her words. Bandit’s pitch a dead giveaway. She could not hide the excitement she felt if she dared. It was what made her all the more exotic in his mind. How could Bandit have forgotten so easily that it was her fighting spirit that made him heady and almost slick from rising passion. Already he was releasing a dribble of pre that stained his pants, though in this lack of light she would not be able to see. Like a viper, the Warlock’s arm shot out and then enveloped Bandit from behind. She was slow due to her alcoholic fueled stupor and this made it all the more entertaining. In a filth laden alley, with the woman that he had hunted for so long being nothing more than a sad drunk. Oh but she still had that bite. Her words filled with venom and malice. It was only when he dug his clawed digits into the succulent mounds of her breasts that were now stretching the very fabric of her top did the Warlock howl long and loud as he went in for the kill.

Her struggles were foreplay, her scratching and snarling were that of a temptress…a tease. His thickening member twitched and slapped at her ass from within the confines of his pants. Her legs kicked outward, but this only made her rounded buttocks press back to his hips. It was almost like she was bouncing and Raul reveled in the actions. “Don’t fucking touch me!” She screamed, and this would only heighten his need to dominate her. “Too…Nmmph….late.” He was doing more than touch her. His other arm coming around, to find a way to slide his fingers between her legs. The tearing sound of her shirt would come as they struggled with each other. Raul trying to force her to one of the industrial bins., so he could bend her over. Bandit got a few good kicks in to his shins, but this was met with delicious growls as a reward.“Son of a bitch! Bastard!” She screamed, as she scratched into his forearms, drawing blood.

“YES!…MARK ME!..MAKE ME BLEED…AND I SHALL DO THE SAME TO YOU!” Raul’s voice rich and thick with want, as he bit down on her neck with a ferocity that would leave her reeling.

~RB~

Artie:  “No.. no!” Rrrriipp! The tear of her fabric that shielded her from his view was the sound of the beginnings of defeat.. All that stood between him and the sensitivity of her chest was the bra that held her full bounce in.. Yet he had already made it clear that he could take the fabric and rid her of it in haste. Yet.. her heart beat in desire, her legs squeezing together in protest of him but at the same time her womanhood tensed in ready anticipation. The contradictory feel of mind and body was overwhelming, her drunken brain buzzing with an attempt to make sense of what was happening. The grunts of her struggle reflected back at the thief, the female’s feet dragging along the ground to dig in her heels.. She was not making it easy for him to drag her to such terrible confinement, where he would truly be able to dominate her. “Fuck! No!” The words burst from her in loud cries, distress clear in her voice while the higher pitch gave away her excitement.. If she had been sober, such pleasure would not be heard..

The warlock’s next words caused her to stiffen, her whole body tensing at the action that followed.. It was surprising that she did not go limp, instead her body going to a complete lockdown mode when his teeth dug into the sensitive fleck of her neck.. Until, of course, her body immediately followed with an involuntary reaction. Her chest constricted, her lips parting as a cry resounded from her core. It started low in pitch but was soon high, her eyes fluttering at the intense pain and yet pleasure that came from it..

Her voice would end in a breathless tone, as though she had realized her noise finally and immediately cut it off, replacing it with a gasp. The sound had echoed around her, a redness coming over her cheeks as a breathlessness settled in. And dread. Dread coursed through her veins, knowing now that the growing need in her lower regions would be recognized through the terrible noise she had uttered..

“I… I don’t want..!” Though they had nearly reached the bins now, her stiff moment giving him quite a bit of leverage to drag her: but it was now that she dug in her heels harder, squeezing her thighs shut against his fingers that attempted to prod.. A sob racked her lips in the complete fear she held for herself, yet at the same time she wanted to laugh in lust..

 

Razorbackwriter:  The fight that Bandit put up only brought about rapture from the Warlock. His every pore taking in her released pheromones for she was clearly excited as she was terrified. The sharp razor edge of his nails now tearing not only the fabric of her shirt, but moving now to rip her bra to shreds. Lust had risen – eyes a shocking shade of red with a tinge of green stared at the woman’s neck as he withdrew from the fevered bite. Yes! He had once again made his claim in the way of a mark that bled such sweet droplets of her crimson stain. Hungrily he lapped at her flesh – panting as he did so. Fingers…hands moving fast and Bandit gave up a terrific fight of resistance. Her cries however betrayed her. High pitch and riddled with an aching need for more. It was what Raul knew of Bandit all along. As much as she would hate to ever admit it, the girl needed a firm hand – a strong Master to bring her to new and dizzying heights of unadulterated bliss. The heat she was now radiating was such her cheeks were aflame. Raul could feel the pounding of her heart beneath her peaked bosom, now swollen to fit perfectly into the clasp of his large hands.

Raul’s fingers probed through the cloth that separated him from her inner jewel. The sweet nub and luscious lips that he craved to delve and wallow in. A sob escaped Bandit’s lips and this was the moment of triumph. It spurred him to render her free of the tight pants that bared his way. “I… I don’t want..!” Even in the midst of the frenzied attack, her own body betrayed her words. Raul tore her panties free as though a rag, and his index finger and middle fingers slipped into the juicy folds that were waiting for him. Hot…lush…ripe. Bandit must truly be aching for him as he was now busting out of his own pants – the need to finish her so strong.

“Oh…but you do!” Raul cried out with her blood upon his lips. The Warlock slammed her hard against the bin, so her breasts were pushed to just hang over the side. His bulk pressed to her buttocks as he pinned her to the cold metal. Being of a larger frame, he towered over her. His lips brushing the back of her head, sniffing her sweet scent -ready to truly own her. One hand locked upon her right breast, with nails piercing her flesh – whilst he tore the last of the fabric to expose her bare rump. His hand striking it hard, before he released himself from the confine of his pants. Engorged and glistening, Raul began to rub his slick self between the crack of her arse, while his fingers violently began to pump into her dripping opening.

~RB~

 

 

Ben Lee – Catch My Disease.

 

Morning or evening to you.  Here is a great song for you all.  Ben Lee’s “Catch my disease.”   ~dances~

My head is a box full of nothing
And that’s the way I like it
My garden’s a secret compartment
And that’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
Your body’s a dream that turns violent
And that’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
The winter is long in the city
And that’s the way I like it

So please
Baby please
Open your heart
Catch my disease

I was backstage in Pomona
And that’s the way I like it
She drank beer with coca-cola
And that’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
She told me about the winds from Santa Anna
And that’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
She told me she loved me like fireworks
And that’s the way I like it

So please
Baby please
Open your eyes
Catch my disease

So please
Baby please
Come on
Catch my disease
Catch it

They play Good Charlotte on the radio
And that’s the way I like it
They play Sleepy Jackson on the radio
And that’s the way I like it
And that’s the way I like it
I hear Beyonce on the radio
And that’s the way I like it
Cos that’s the way I like it
And they play me on the radio
And that’s the way I like it

So please
Baby please
Open your heart
Catch my disease
So please
Baby please
Come on
Catch my disease

Taking Elissa home – GS.

Scene setting : New York Presbyterian Hospital

co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  Elissa scoffed at the boys’ reaction to her; it was like they were teenagers around a cheerleader or something. It was flattering, to be sure, and Tommy’s little jest about not washing his face actually had her feel like she was blushing. Even if it wasn’t something she was used to, she was grateful for the treatment, and she had to admit that she liked it a little bit. As Tommy got her some water, she’d gratefully flash him a smile and cradle the drink in her good hand, sipping at it slowly as he asked about her prospects of escape from this place. The doctor had been a little wishy-washy with her, but she had a good idea from other injuries. Putting her water down reluctantly, she signed, ~Probably within a few hours, once they know I’m out of the woods.~ However, afterwards she sighed and looked down, shaking her head with a whispered groan. ~I really don’t want to spend any more time here than I have to.~ If there was one thing that she hated, it was sitting around doing nothing when there were important deeds that needed doing.

Of course, once Frank brought up the subject of the Commander, she grimaced and nodded her agreement, still drinking her water… up until the p*rn comment, which promptly had her spitting back into her cup. Coughing a little, she looked at him with an expression along the lines of ‘Really? You went there?’ before letting it go with a shake of her head. Regardless of colorful language, she knew that he was right; that idiot commander had basically ruined the case and put more people in danger because the guy was probably getting kickbacks under the table. Sighing, she shook her head sadly and downed the rest of her water, smiling a thanks to Tommy before adding to Frank, hopefully with Tommy translating for her, ~I’m sorry this backfired so badly, Frank. I wish we had something to show for this mess.~ Her expression was utterly sincere, she felt bad for failing Frank; this was his chance to finally prove his innocence, and they blew it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Frank and Tommy both spoke at the same time, when Elissa said she was sorry that their attempts to find evidence and get a witness statement backfired so badly. It wasn’t her fault and if anything they should be sorry for putting her in the line of fire. It was foolish to think that someone like Joey Patone didn’t have a mark on him. When you play with fire, you often get burnt.

“No no no, Elissa. Come on. Don’t be sorry. So…we had a set back.” Frank said, trying to be upbeat considering the fact he had to hand in his service revolver. Tommy on the other hand was more realistic. “We didn’t get the guy we wanted, but I am pretty damn sure that we were screwed the moment the Commander entered the scene. The guy is so crooked, I’m sure he has a hand in what happened. He was all too eager to pin this on Frank, when it was bleeding obvious that it was a sniper that shot Joey…..and you.” The journalist making a point of including Elissa in his deductions. “All we gotta do now, is figure out what we are chasing….and who.”

It seemed that this had gone from investigating what killed Rory, to a murder case on one Joey Patone – and the attempted murder on Elissa. In Tommy’s mind the most important thing to do was to see that the Commander’s ideas of Frank’s involvement in the crimes was quashed.

Looking at the time, and taking into consideration that Elissa didn’t want to stay in hospital a moment longer than she needed to had Tommy ducking outside to see if he could find a wheelchair, to wheel her out. Frank watched Tommy leave and then asked Elissa. “You know I am not going to rest until I find out who shot you, right?”

Frank reached for her hand, squeezing it lightly, as Tommy snuck back in with a wheelchair.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s break this babe outta here.”

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was… a little strange to be told that she hadn’t screwed up even when she knew damn well that she had. Even though she was a civilian now, she of all people should’ve been the combat expert; she should’ve been the one trying to protect them, not the other way around. But, Frank was probably right, no sense dwelling on one mistake. And what Tommy had to said actually got her back on her mental feet. No, not because it was encouraging, but rather because it got her blood boiling something fierce. What he said made perfect sense, and probably explained a great deal of the trouble that Frank had been having in his case even before she and Tommy got involved. And it also suggested some answers to some things she’d witnessed during her time in the force, things that had slipped by unnoticed due to a sort of optimism on her part, but now made perfect sense. Hopefully she was wrong on that and she was just jumping to conclusions, but whatever happened they knew that the Commander was likely not going to rest until Frank was out of commission, if nothing else.

And if he really was responsible for what happened in Joey’s apartment, then she had some personal reason to fry that pig’s bacon.

However, her enthusiasm was quelled by a simple reminder: she was wounded and stuck in this stupid hospital. When she felt Frank’s hand on hers and heard those words, she turned to him with a slightly surprised expression. Did Frank actually care that much about her? It… was actually kind of touching. Without intending to, she gave him a sweetly grateful expression, squeezing his hand back. Thankfully she toughened right back up and flashed him a weak but intense smile. Even if she couldn’t be on the field thanks to her injury, she wasn’t about to abdicate. Her pride wouldn’t allow it. Even if they never caught the shooter, this enterprise had her full support…

And then Tommy came in with the wheelchair, and suggested on busting her out. Oh, if he only knew how often that happened with her. Giving him a go ahead with a wicked smile, and signing for him to get a bandage and some cotton to help her with the IV. Really, she didn’t need too much help, just needed him to keep pressure on the area with the cotton while she turned off the drip and pulled out the needle. After that she bandaged herself up, already quite used to pulling that off even before SWAT, and then reached up for a hand to get into the chair. Once in, she gestured for one of the guys to get in back for her, then gestured like she was telling an army to move out.

Meanwhile, Doctor Steiner, who had been about to enter, sighed and waited outside, just shaking his head. That woman had been his patient since arriving in New York, and the only times she hadn’t walked out after an injury was when she actually couldn’t walk. He’d let the people bail her out, mostly out of exasperated knowing that she was impossible to keep around, and went ahead and signed her out himself.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Opening the door, Frank’s face fell on seeing the Doctor who had been standing outside. He didn’t look impressed to see Elissa in the wheel chair and it was Tommy who had the balls to call it what it was. Firmly gripping the wheel chair’s handles he gave something of a Cheshire grin. “Oh…hey Doc. You are probably wondering what Elissa is doing out of bed. Welp. After reading a comprehensive article on how people often get better faster in their own surroundings, we..” Frank interjected with a quick nod….“…and me.” Tommy picked up…“….thought we would take Elissa home.”There was a slight pause as it registered with the doctor that these were her friends. Not to mention he had heard the nurse station gossip about the flirtatious Tommy Xo. Doctor Steiner brought out the clip board he had been holding in his hand, as he had half suspected that this would happen. He had the release forms but needed her signature. Once she left the hospital’s care she was no longer covered by their policies. Red tape…and all that.

The Doctor offered her the clip board to sign, before asking both Frank and Tommy to take good care of her. Tommy gave a small salute, while Frank waited for Elissa to sign the release form and then take it from her to hand back to the Doc.

“She’s practically family.” Frank insisted. “I’ll stay with her till she is right again.”

Did this mean that Frank was going to stay at her apartment, or his?

With the papers signed, the trio would be able to head for the lift and then make their way to the carpark where Tommy was parked. Frank was relieved in a sense that they hadn’t had to resort to busting her out, but signing her out instead. Tommy made sure he waved to certain nurses as they left, even winking at the one that helped the boys from the beginning.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa locked eyes with the doctor as they left, and for a moment she felt really guilty at doing this to him. Thankfully though everything worked out, with the guys basically covering for her and making sure that she’d be alright. Of course, it was kind of silly how Tommy tried to explain it, but she rolled with it, not bothering to give him a raised eyebrow just out of a desire to get out of the hospital. Fortunately, old Steiner knew the drill, and had them sign the papers, which was fine by her… though not before Frank commented that he’d be staying with her until she was okay. That… was a strange thought… Did he really mean that? Because it probably wasn’t necessary.

Shaking it off, once they were signed out they were out, Tommy being the flirtatious goof he was as they went. After a trip to Tommy’s car, they were off to her apartment.