11-19-2014, 04:17 PM
Jacinda'd enjoyed the last few days relaxing here in Mexico. Well, what she thought was relaxing. Dancing, drinking, eating good food, a nice piece of arm candy to spend the night with. And a fight or two. What with this Oakland guy rousing the people against the cartels, things could kinda get rough, especially in certain neighborhoods at night.
She'd gone out a few times looking for a little fun- and she'd found it alright. Couple punks saw her out on the street and tried to rush her into an alley. She let them think they got the pump on her, pulling her into the alley. And then she proceeded to hand them their asses. When she left they were laid out neatly on the ground.
She had an idea of what they had wanted to do and how they would have left her when they were through. Turn about was fair play, after all. Not that she'd slit their throats or anything. Doing that to someone who was out wasn't her style.
Instead, she removed their clothes and shoes- not being gentle over bruises and broken bones. One of them moaned as if he was waking and she punched him in the nose hard and his head bounced off the concrete. She blood fountained. Definitely looked broken too. She took the clothes with her to a garbage behind a carniceria that was filled with some really ripe stuff and dropped everything in.
She wasn't going to kill them. But they were pretty helpless now, laid out as they were. If someone wanted to finish the job, they were welcome to it. She'd gotten her rush anyway and made her way back to Ricky's place. It wasn't long before she found herself a little party of her own, a bottle of tequila and a cute couple who lived nearby. After all, she wasn't gonna take them into the safe house or nothin.
She was sleeping it off when she heard a knock on the door. The cool and quiet of the room was helping with her had. Damn that Ricky! She just wanted to sleep. She opened one eye, thankful it was dark. She didn't want to get up from the soft couch. "What!?"
she called out and then winced at the pain. Damn! She hoped he'd heard her and came in. She wasn't gonna do that again.
She'd gone out a few times looking for a little fun- and she'd found it alright. Couple punks saw her out on the street and tried to rush her into an alley. She let them think they got the pump on her, pulling her into the alley. And then she proceeded to hand them their asses. When she left they were laid out neatly on the ground.
She had an idea of what they had wanted to do and how they would have left her when they were through. Turn about was fair play, after all. Not that she'd slit their throats or anything. Doing that to someone who was out wasn't her style.
Instead, she removed their clothes and shoes- not being gentle over bruises and broken bones. One of them moaned as if he was waking and she punched him in the nose hard and his head bounced off the concrete. She blood fountained. Definitely looked broken too. She took the clothes with her to a garbage behind a carniceria that was filled with some really ripe stuff and dropped everything in.
She wasn't going to kill them. But they were pretty helpless now, laid out as they were. If someone wanted to finish the job, they were welcome to it. She'd gotten her rush anyway and made her way back to Ricky's place. It wasn't long before she found herself a little party of her own, a bottle of tequila and a cute couple who lived nearby. After all, she wasn't gonna take them into the safe house or nothin.
She was sleeping it off when she heard a knock on the door. The cool and quiet of the room was helping with her had. Damn that Ricky! She just wanted to sleep. She opened one eye, thankful it was dark. She didn't want to get up from the soft couch. "What!?"
she called out and then winced at the pain. Damn! She hoped he'd heard her and came in. She wasn't gonna do that again.