LUSEA
Well aren't we a cheery group, huh? Head Bitch in Charge over there acting as though we let the fucker in. What's a table gonna do? How about keep it closed? "Oh, so what, we stick with what's there? Because that worked out so well?" I get out through gritted teeth, still pushing the table against the door while Sunny and the skinny one grab chairs and other shit to hold it shut, because thank the gods someone is thinking with more than their egos. Calm in a crisis, that's my lover, and I flash him another feral, hungry grin. If we survive this he's getting rewarded. He can count on that.Head Bitch, meanwhile, appears ready to dip, though she's also spraying some sort of nonsense all over the place (you know, other than her words). Stepping back from the table I shoot her a glare, wishing so desperately that this was Korofi and my father was here to tell her exactly what that kind of teamwork gets you. "Oh, yes, let's all compare dicks, that's a much better strategy," I snap back, at the same time grabbing another chair to prop against the door.
And then I see the words.
I might be a humble barkeep's daughter, but even I can read. "Fuck." It's in here. Whatever it is, it's in here, and I've got nothing, no guns, no molotovs, zilch. Well, no molotovs yet. Backing toward the entrance and trying to bring the boys with me, I grit my teeth, formulating a plan. "Ok, what are we packing? I can get some firepower if you lads cover me a minute."
And because I know Sunny will do what he's told I vault over the bar, grabbing a bottle of the hardest shit I can find and hastily shoving in a rag, while at the same time I use every ounce of willpower I have to make my imaginary friends start flashing as far away from us as I can manage.
Lusea is making molotovs and trying to distract whatever's in there with magic flashy lights.
By the grace of the fire and the flames
You're the face of the future
The blood in my veins
