Serpent Lake (M) Two straws, one check, girl, I got you.

When he told her she was of no use—at least, that’s how Towhee poorly interpreted it—her lip curled. What was she doing anyway, standing here and trying to convince him to bang her? Literally what the fuck?

The worst wave of heat yet seethed through her. Oh, right. That was why. But apparently Soto didn’t care that she was about to burst into flame. Her begging hadn’t moved him, nor had her scent. They were at an impasse.

Loosing a cry of frustration, rage and yearning, Towhee shot Soto a parting glare and stomped away to meet her doom by way of spontaneous combustion.