mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
There was a whole whirlwind of activity going on, and for once Melita bided her time, watching the crowd as they circumvented and circulated amongst themselves. A bunch of the young’ins seemed to part off, going about on their own brand of chaos, which left the Honeybee to search for others to annoy, bully, or irritate.
And there was always her uncle, she supposed.
Gliding over to Sunjata with drink in hand, she waved to Ronin and Remi nearby, unaware at how far the Flood was going to avoid some of those gathered, bounding in along his side. “Hey!” She knocked back another swig of the liquor, then tilted her head. “How’s shit goin’?”
And there was always her uncle, she supposed.
Gliding over to Sunjata with drink in hand, she waved to Ronin and Remi nearby, unaware at how far the Flood was going to avoid some of those gathered, bounding in along his side. “Hey!” She knocked back another swig of the liquor, then tilted her head. “How’s shit goin’?”
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
