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Walking around middle of the night
Might end a man’s life with that innocent face
“You’re high.” Sevika is being very matter of factly and annoying and hot. Hot? Jinx doesn’t know exactly when or why that thought snuck in there with the rest. She clicks her tongue at her, bright pink laser focused eyes settling on fleshy brown lips.
From that angle, hovering over her, one boot unceremoniously propped against the little table between them, Jinx can trace Sevika’s shoulder line down to her good arm, “well only arm” she thinks. Down to her rough hand that is expertly knuckle rolling a chip.
“Now now toots, I wouldn’t rush to throw the first stone if I were you.” Of course, Sevika is drunk. She’s on a boat, stormy topside on Piltover river drunk. So drunk in fact that the cigarillo she pulls out of her pocket goes wrong end in into her mouth and Jinx scoffs and drops into her lap like she used to with Silco. No, not quite. Her arms draped on Sevika’s shoulders, her face comes close enough to the older woman’s that she’s getting tipsy off her breath alone. Now that’s a thought.
The other players at the table are frozen in place and mercifully coming to their rescue Sevika nods at them to leave. Getting caught between Zaun’s number one unhinged arsonist and her notoriously sadistic right hand is nerve wrecking business. One of them still had his fingers wrapped from last time Sevika cracked his knuckles…the wrong way around. She despises cheaters.
Jinx leans in and Sevika fights the urge to toss her off. She isn’t Silco, never wanted to be. So why is she picking up all the pieces, cleaning up all his mess. And Jinx is one unholy mess.
When her face is close enough, Jinx bites down on the cigarillo and snatches it out from between Sevika’s lips and spits it out on the floor. The little power display is watched from a safe distance? by the mortified crowd at The Last Drop. This can only go two ways. One brown eyebrow goes up over a mix of building irritation and…mild curiosity?
You dancing around hanging out the window
Talking real big with your little slim waist
She allows Jinx her little games when they’re alone but being toyed with for all of the Lanes to see is a different ball game. Down here you’re nothing if you’re not in power, in control. Jinx wouldn’t understand on account of her always having had the privilege of being someone’s protégé. First Vander, then Silco, being a trigger-happy walking bomb also helps, Sevika thinks.
A flash of pink and Jinx’s mouth is on her ear. When her lips move, a tremor moves up Sevika’s spine.
“I’m bored. Play with me.”
From where she is, effectively pinned under Jinx’s light frame, Sevika gets a bit lightheaded. She HAS HAD a lot to drink. Jinx smells of gun powder, axle grease, smog and…something sweet and sticky like cheap perfume mixed in with adolescent sweat. Her tattoos come in and out of focus and one of her braids slips over her shoulder and brushes against Sevika’s neck. She’s still only a child, she thinks. Still using words like play and pow pow, still painting over bugs and making up monster names, still getting hurt over small rejections. A fucked up murderous child but a child nonetheless.
“Go play with Isha.” Sevika hears her own voice, rough and groggy and distant.
Jinx suddenly jolts herself upright, eyes clouded with pink static. She blows a stray blue lock off her forehead and pouts. Why is everyone so hell bent on treating her like a kid. If Sevika thinks she’s a child then she’ll get a tantrum, Jinx settles. The irony is not lost on her.
“Isha is asleep. But I think I’ll go play with them.” She nods towards a group of particularly menacing looking bunch. Drunk and loud and probably filled with misty violent lust for anything that will have them…or won’t.
“Suit yourself.” For a second Sevika thinks she saw something flash over Jinx’s blueish complexion. Her eyes going from playful to hurt to spiteful. She moves to get off the older woman but a warm calloused hand wraps around her small wrist. Delicately, well as delicate as someone with the body of a Noxian soldier can be.
And even when you speak regular a sick freak
Girl, I say ok
So come on and lead me cause the deeper you take me
The better
When their eyes meet, Sevika’s lips make a thin line and whatever unkind words she has get trapped in. Her look is stern but Jinx feels something else coming up. Something warm. Or could that be her own blush creeping up her neck and settling on her cheeks and her barely visible ears. She’s become very aware of how close they are. Of how taut the body underneath her is, of the warmth radiating off Sevika carrying with it the distinct flavours of tobacco, alcohol and musky leather. Before she can overthink it she turns around and now her legs are on either side of Sevika, her feet dangling off the sidearms of the chair she is in. She smirks because the big bad wolf is almost squirming underneath her careful gaze. It’s her turn to raise an eyebrow. So Sevika can also make THIS type of face.
Dark purple lips over a blue hue, delicate jawline, slender neck, a pale shoulder covered in swirls of light blue, frail looking collar bone moving up and down with every breath…flesh peeking out of the side of her small top. For such a small girl she’s ridiculously resilient and stubborn.
Sevika averts her eyes but it’s too late. That imagine is now burned on her retina and is making her dizzy and it’s making her body tense with a hot buzz. And Jinx knows and she knows that Jinx knows, and she definitely needs that cigarillo now.
Arms move up and forward, slender fingers make their way into the short hairs on the back of Sevika’s head and when Jinx’s pink and blue nails drag across the base of her scalp her clenched jaw does nothing to contain the low hum that escapes her throat.
“It suits you.” She hears through the haze. Her heart beating in her ears muffling all else.
“Hmm?”
“Your new cut.” Jinx juts her chin to point at Sevika’s head.
“Maybe I should get one. New Zaun new me!” She quips and Sevika is grateful for this sudden playful tone. Jinx is just a child afterall.
“Sheesh you ok there sis? Looking a bit pale.” In one swift and surprisingly smooth motion, Jinx is swept up, twirled around and then dropped rather abruptly into the armchair she had the other woman pinned to only a second ago. She huffs as the air is kicked out of her on impact and then giggles.
“Again, again!” She chirps to Sevika’s already retreating back, her room above the pub comes in handy on nights of drunken stupor…which lately is almost every night.
“Brat.” She mutters under her breath, her feet dragging her through the crowd towards the stairs to the first floor.
When she finally drops out of sight, Jinx’s shoulders drop as well. As if to let this weird tension roll off of them. She’s having a hard time understanding what that feeling in her chest and in the pit of her stomach is. A bit like that very moment before she catches herself by the ledge or rail when she jumps off a tall building. That split second when she’s suspended mid-air, the anticipation, the fear, the excitement. She absentmindedly coils one braid around her “gun” fingers. The feeling of Sevika's arm wrapped around her, palm flat against her lower back, picking her up like she's made of cotton candy, lingers. She thinks she’d like more.
Under the ground under the ground
And I would be down to go to that level