Redtail Rise i unpack the heat with my oven mitts

diesel was bluntly rejected.

the way her big guy turned his back on her got the mastiff wide-eyed. when he looked, she gave him a look of furrowed, incredulous betrayal.

so that's how it is, and a wrinkle beneath one eye twitched. fuckin' whore.

her pallid gaze slid away from his pantomime to look at the redhead. she was in charge, if not of the whole damn gang he ran with, then of the situation. she was the growl that'd have diesel's one-night-stand throttling the dog.

a slick tongue squeezed out a ruined maw to lick at her drooly chops. mentally, she was thwacking her useless "fight" instinct with a rolled-up newspaper.

think, think.

at last, diesel took a step back.

"jusht shomeone 'ith un'inished 'usiness, who ain't gonna 'other you any'ore." she told the lisping sputtering pimp, lowering her head and tail as all good dogs do. "-ee all need shome closhure in our li'es." diesel tried a teethless smile, another cautious step taken backwards.

but muscles tensed in preparation to bolt.