03-21-2017, 05:18 PM
White played the host, getting dinner prepared and all. She appreciated that. She wasn't much for cooking herself. She could rustle up food when on a hunt. And she carried rations with her for those lean times or when she needed energy. But food wasn't that important to her other than the fact that she needed it. At least, not enough to go out of her way for it. Which was all just a fancy way of saying she wasn't a foodie.
That wasn't to say that she didn't like a thick juicy steak if someone else was making it. The smells from the kitchen went well with the beer. She felt relaxed.
As White explained why a neighborhood became all nice and safe like she couldn't help but laugh. Sounded about right. Most people were little more than animals, especially when they ran in packs. She'd seen a few on a couple street corners, eyeing people, crouched down in their stupid Addidas tracksuits, bottle of 40 in their hand. Just waiting. A bunch of baboons or chimps, mostly. And they needed to be dealt with just as seriously, fear for life and limb overcoming any potential score or whatever.
Suddenly, the pack of mutts started barking loudly. She was only momentarily caught off guard. White, though, was grabbing his land warriors. Smart. Noisy alarms.
"What's up?"
she asked, standing. He turned to her with a look that made her smile nastily in return.
"Company."
It was all he said. But it was all he needed to say. She reached for batons that were on her leather coat. The carbon steel was heavy enough to crack the thickest head or break a femur in one blow. She had her side piece too, but that was it. After all, she had planned on having a relaxing day of doing nothing much.
"Sounds like fun. How many? Lead the way."
It was etiquette, after all. His house, his attackers.
Edited by Jacinda, Mar 21 2017, 05:19 PM.
That wasn't to say that she didn't like a thick juicy steak if someone else was making it. The smells from the kitchen went well with the beer. She felt relaxed.
As White explained why a neighborhood became all nice and safe like she couldn't help but laugh. Sounded about right. Most people were little more than animals, especially when they ran in packs. She'd seen a few on a couple street corners, eyeing people, crouched down in their stupid Addidas tracksuits, bottle of 40 in their hand. Just waiting. A bunch of baboons or chimps, mostly. And they needed to be dealt with just as seriously, fear for life and limb overcoming any potential score or whatever.
Suddenly, the pack of mutts started barking loudly. She was only momentarily caught off guard. White, though, was grabbing his land warriors. Smart. Noisy alarms.
"What's up?"
she asked, standing. He turned to her with a look that made her smile nastily in return.
"Company."
It was all he said. But it was all he needed to say. She reached for batons that were on her leather coat. The carbon steel was heavy enough to crack the thickest head or break a femur in one blow. She had her side piece too, but that was it. After all, she had planned on having a relaxing day of doing nothing much.
"Sounds like fun. How many? Lead the way."
It was etiquette, after all. His house, his attackers.
Edited by Jacinda, Mar 21 2017, 05:19 PM.