Redsand Canyon so hip hop hurray

She met his gaze with her own. Hard daffodil into watery hazel. She even had the gall to smirk, briefly.

To her, this - all of this - was a game. Packs and ranks and responsibilities - who gave a shit? Life was about thrills and hedonism (which was too big a word for she), about going wherever you please whenever you please. About taking and challenging and being the biggest bitch in the room.

It certainly wasn't about hauling fucking sticks around.

"Yeah?" She remained seated, but her muscles flexed. "What if I think you're just tryna fuck with me?"