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Morgan was annoyed. The night was too warm and everything felt too close. Ants, underneath her skin. Little, prickling legs itching at her in a way she couldn't scratch. Lighting up a cigarette helped, the same way a child with a bucket helped drain the ocean. Well-meaning, but so utterly hopeless in accomplishing the stated end goal that it wraps back around to being cute. Morgan of course blamed the trial for leaving her feeling like this. Or rather, she blamed Sosuke for leaving her feeling like this. Utterly stubborn in all the worst ways.
The flare at the end of her cigarette cast her reflection on the window to her left. She didn't need to look out of it to know exact what she'd find. A shifting blob of life, undulating on the streets below her apartment. The soft rumble of the passing tram sent a soothing vibration through Morgan's bones as she breathed out a cloud of smoke. She had been asleep until recently. Well, napping, really. A short stint of eyes closed for an unconscionable 30 minutes before she jerked awake for no good reason whatsoever.
She sighed out another cloud. If Serra saw her now she'd probably, and wrongly, assume Morgan was brooding. Which was incentive enough for her to pull out her phone on just the off chance there was something for her to do until true sleep overtook her. Morgan scrolled through the news feeds. Well, 'news'. Each headline was a screaming beggar with a neon sign in one hand and a knife in the other. 'Please, click here, click me! I might stab you with the fear of missing out if you don't!'
Pointless.
Morgan had just about put her phone back after skimming the only decent article here (a kidnapping of all things) when her ears pricked. Footsteps and a slight knock on her door. Morgan's lips twitched up. That had to be Mirei. No one else relevant would be either A.) bothering her right now, or B.) know where she lived. Morgan sat back in her chair and took another drag of her cigarette, just to have the glow burning in the darkness.
That woman was like a black cat. Charming at- BANG BANG BANG.
Wait. Mirei doesn't bang on doors. If she did, she'd have people do it for her at least. Morgan has seen those nails. A muffled grumble tried to get past the door. Morgan raised an eyebrow. A gunman wouldn't make as much noise. But the level of publicity regarding the trial, even with the blackout, wasn't the level of attention she wanted. Better check the doorcam then. She swiped to the app and flicked it on, squinting at the brightness from the hall.
Probably the last person Morgan expected (who was still alive) was glaring into the camera. The plucky Detective Farah Reyes, standing at Morgan's front door. She blinked, before hitting the microphone button. "Um. Detective, is that you?"
"Open up…" Morgan frowned. Did, did Reyes just growl at her?
"Pardon?" Morgan asked back. Reyes huffed, stumbling a step back as she looked away.
"Izzaid 'pen up…" she grumbled. What?
"Hang on, are you-" Morgan started to ask, only to get cut off by another round of loud banging and a shout that echoed through both the app and the door.
"DON'T PRETENDDDD Y'CAN'T HEAR ME IN YOUR LITTLE CREEP CAVE YA… CREEP!"
…what?
The next five or so minutes flew by with dubious legal explanations (one-sided), shouting (also one-sided), and exasperation felt for different reasons. Each stumbled word, each slurred declaration, each fucking repeat, only proved to incense Morgan further. Annoyance welled up, red hot and sticky. "Detective, this is getting absurd," Morgan sighed. Tonight was already troublesome enough, why did goddamn Reyes of all people have to show up? "Does anyone even know you're…" The question had just fallen past her lips when Morgan realized what she was saying. She paused, brow furrowed slightly.
Reyes was drunk, obviously. Not 'almost falling over' drunk, but certainly tipsy enough that she might have forgotten something important. Like telling her partner, Detective London, where she would be heading after getting smashed. Or her gun.
The humid air of the apartment seemed to grow closer. Morgan glanced at her windows. No passing tram. The door was closed as well. Dark eyes pinned Reyes silently.
"…does anyone even know you're here?" Morgan asked, in the same tone that at least half a dozen dead had heard before.
Her palms didn't start sweating in her gloves. Her lips didn't suddenly feel dry enough to lick. Not even a tooth itched for the need to bite into something. Still, in that brief, singular moment, the hole that gave the question followed it up by a simple, two word command.
feed me.
"Wha-? Lemme check…" Reyes fumbled for the radio on her hip, clicking a few buttons. "Detective Reyes, badge number 1-0-8-0-6, reporting in on all channels…"
Morgan didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. It would have spiced her evening up for sure, but the hassle of disposing of a cop, even one as undoubtedly insufferable as Reyes, was something she needed to plan for. Like a holiday feast, prepped weeks in advance. Not something to be devoured in an instant without feeling the consequences. Especially with that modded eye.
Hmm. Maybe there was something that could be done there… "Self-assignment, protective surveillance of suspected criminal target, threat assessed as medium to low," Reyes continued blabber into her radio. She scratched at her neck, fingers clumsily undoing a couple of buttons to give herself more breathing room. Morgan's eyes were drawn to the movement. They stayed for the discovery. "Target capabilities… Not a threat to self or others."
Ouch.
"Reporting in from…" Reyes frowned, looking back over at Morgan, eyes squinted. "What's your address?"
"Do not dox me to every cop in the city, Bunni," Morgan sighed.
"Reporting in from-" Reyes cut herself off with a choked splutter. She rounded on Morgan, almost falling over. "Wh-what!? You, you're-"
"Finger still on the button there, Bunni," Morgan said back, gleefully taking in her petty revenge.
"Something up, Detective?" A voice yawned on the other end of the line. Morgan could catch a lilt of something not so tired on the last word.
"Nothing, sinni- signing off," Reyes hastily said, ending the call. Cute. "The ffffffffUCK! Are you do-doing, you creep!"
"Whaaaat?" Morgan drawled, sitting down on the couch. "You can't just pop a few buttons and not expect me to be happy at seeing my old Add." She pointed lazily at Reyes' chest. The slight hint of a GIN barcode could be seen on her cleavage. "You got it crossed out too. Nice and legal. Now there's a conversation I would have enjoyed to be there for. Was London?"
"You- the fucking- you-!"
"Careful, Bunni, you'll blow a gasket." Reyes looked like she didn't know whether to punch Morgan, leave, or throw up. Morgan hoped for the second option. Unfortunately, like most other things in Morgan's life now, Reyes managed to surprise her. She swayed uncertainly on her feet before shuffling over to Serra's spot on the couch and sitting down too. Morgan raised an eyebrow at the silence. Reyes bit her lip and slid down until she was sitting on the floor.
"…How cna, can this Add serveve yo-you?" Reyes muttered, words slurring from both alcohol and embarrassment.
Morgan just stared. No way. Absolutely no way. It'd been weeks since that little interaction at the Juventune Lounge even if it felt like years with how much bullshit was going on. And now, in the middle of the biggest criminal defense case of Morgan's career, one of the responding detectives on the case was KNEELING in front of her.
A good number of questions ran through Morgan's head. Questions like, 'was this why you came here?' and 'what the actual hell are you doing?'. By the time she had stammered enough to get one to the front ('you do realize you're drunk right?' was a good pick in her opinion,) something else made its presence known. A twinge. A pang. The mask froze. The papier-mâché woman bent and bowed and listened to what she was made to hide in the first place.
feed me.
Morgan couldn't do that. By now there was probably a bet going on at the police station about Reyes showing up to the fucking Mob Lawyer's apartment.
find a way.
Eyes flicked down. Reyes was fidgeting. Or maybe just swaying. She was drunk, angry, and more than a little pent up. The hole yearned. This will work.
As long as Morgan didn't get too close.
"I suppose I should be grateful," Morgan said, crossing one leg over the other. "My wayward Add coming home, presenting like this." She held out her hand, waiting. Reyes blinked.
"Whuh?"
"You're phone, Bunni," Morgan explained, making sure to roll her eyes. "Don't want you getting distracted."
Farah pouted before taking her phone out and clumsily tossing it over. Just like that. Morgan caught it easily. She rolled the weight between her fingers. "Good girl," Morgan breathed, slipping back into the mask that she wore at Juventune. "Now, what are you going to do?"
"'m not, than-king you," Farah grumbled, looking away.
"Well you showed up here for a reason," Morgan said. "If it wasn't to rekindle that flame you felt then I am clueless." Farah huffed, shifting to try and find a not so painful position.
"Stupid… fuccin… piece of… I was coming to you-"
"I'm flattered you think of me in your off hours like that~!"
"Sssshut up!" Farah growled. Morgan tapped the phone in her hand against the hardwood back of the couch. The noise was sharp in a reminder sense. Idly, Morgan wondered if she should get a clicker if this was going to become a 'thing'. She hoped it wouldn't.
"Manners, Bunni," Morgan chided. "Say you're sorry then go on."
"…sorry," Farah grumbled. Oh god was she pouting? Morgan's fingers tightened around the phone. She glanced at it. Locked. But the camera app was available. She guessed it made sense. Hard to run an All Seeing State if cameras were stuck behind pesky things like passwords. Maybe she could take a few for Bunni to remember this by? A new home screen would be fitting…
"'s like I was ssssayin'," Farah continued, wiping her palms on her legs. She didn't notice the faint shutter and click. Fun for later. "I was… head on over here to make sure you wazzn't gettin' shot. Cuz you're a stinky mob lawyer now who's defndin' a stinky mob killer. Cop killer. Orca cop. That guy."
"Eloquent as always," Morgan said dryly.
"EloQuEnT aS aLwAyS!" Farah mocked, flipping Morgan off. The phone clacked.
"Mouthy tonight aren't you. Go on then, take your jacket and shirt off, Bunni. Or do I have to get physical again?" Morgan leaned forward. She felt her expression drop into its natural state for just a moment. Long enough for Farah to shiver at some animalistic klaxon.
"'s no need to get mad, weirdo," Farah said, though her fingers were starting to unbutton her shirt clumsily.
Morgan leaned back again, humming. She rolled what Farah said over in her mind. That, plus this current situation… a fun distraction to say the least. If it scratched the itch, if it filled the hole, then maybe it could be a worthwhile pursuit? Do what other people did when they…
Of course, Morgan was just stringing Farah along. Draw the game out longer, make the inevitable betrayal that much sweeter. Add a kind of ironic twist. Heartbreak living up to their name with only Morgan the wiser. Be kind of fun, in a stupid sense.
If only Farah stopped being a cop. That would smooth everything out. Which led in a roundabout way back to Morgan's original musing. About what Farah said.
"I could probably fix you, Sunshine," Morgan sighed, resting her cheek in her palm as she considered how much effort she was willing to put into this project.
"Shhhhtupid," Farah grumbled, finally freeing herself from her shirt. "'s got a… diffrent name for females. Spaying."
Morgan felt her breath catch. Her fingers pressed tighter against her cheek. The unbidden image of that little fantasy bloomed for her. The pit shivered.
Farah blinked and squinted up at her, head tilted. Morgan just chuckled, shifting in place to adjust herself. "Don't go and give me ideas like that, Bunni," she said lightly. Her teeth itched. "I meant did your whole cop thing!"
"Oh… wait, why would'ya want me not bein' a-?"
"Commands only." That cut off any unnecessary dialogue. At least Farah knew when to keep her jaw shut. She still looked grumpy and halfway to keeling over but the view had been improved if slightly. There were most definitely laws against what Morgan was considering. However, there were only some against what she was going to go for.
The fine wasn't even that big.
"You don't mind if I have this for tonight, right? Say no, Bunni," Morgan said, fiddling with the phone. She could take a video too. Neat.
"…no," Farah grumbled, looking away. "But 'm gotta shay, you can't, can't do any'fin. 's 'gainst the law and stuff, and I'm shtill a good cop!" She frowned, hands clenching and relaxing against her thighs. "…why did Qas have to go and shoot the guy, then act like 'm the one being all emotional and shit…?"
"Trouble in paradise?" Morgan asked, not caring about the little nod her Add gave her. Her little Bunni was so honest, but what Farah did outside of their little interactions didn't concern her. That said… "Sounds like you need a little release. Let some of that tension go. Pants off. Now."
"You don't get to tell me what t' do," Bunni said, glaring at the empty space a foot away from Morgan.
She sighed, "Fine, if you don't want to play I can always shuffle you back on to the streets and-"
"Doing it, doing it… god, you're pushy."
"You have no idea, Sunshine," Morgan murmured. She stretched out, spreading as much as she could across her side of the couch as Bunni finished stripping down to her underwear. It was a good sight. The tram passing by spilled golden light over Bunni, highlighting the neon orange glow of her GIN bar. Click. Morgan twitched her mask up into a smile.
"Looking good, Bunni," Morgan said, standing up. Bunni squinted at her, trying to focus properly.
"Wait… hol- hold on, you said you cnan't-" Morgan interrupted her stumbling by grabbing her jaw and roughly tilting her head back and forth, humming. She held the phone out in front of Bunni's face, unlocking it with a bright flash that made Bunni flinch back, blinking. "Ffffff-! Why'dyo, do zhat!?"
"Because it looks-" Morgan move her hand up and carded it through Bunni's hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging the detective's head back "-like I need to update a few things." Morgan took in the view. Bunni sputtering and swearing as best she could, even though her hands remained clenched around her thighs. The neck was exposed. Morgan traced the invisible line of the carotid through the skin to the jaw, which led to the tongue. Memories of Juventune flickered in her mind. The tongue that didn't feel bad per say to touch. Maybe the hole would be satisfied if Morgan played dentist for a bit…
"Sssshtop lookin' at me like yer some kinnda… undead vam-pyre or something!" Bunni grumbled jerking her head. Morgan let her go with a sigh.
"You're being annoying again, Bunni," Morgan said, stressing the name as she changed the stylized police badge background (really, Reyes?) to that artistic shot with the tram light. Serra would say the angles and glow made it pop. Probably.
The tone made the detective snap her jaw shut and look off to the side. Morgan forged ahead, not pressing her luck with anything but messages. "You barge into my apartment, all but throw yourself at me, and now complain when I want to get a good look at my Add? Really, Bunni. You seem to have forgotten just who exactly you belong to."
Bunni was shivering now. The slightest of tremors, but Morgan had experience picking up on those kinds of things. It made her job and her 'enthusiastic walks' so much easier after all. The only thing Morgan couldn't determine is whether her vulnerable Add was afraid or… excited.
"God you're just like a puppy," Morgan sighed before sitting down. The hole yawned wider. "Tell you what; you find some release while saying what actually keeps you hanging around me, and then maybe I'll touch you again! How's that sound?"
"Shounds like 'm getting ripped… ripped off," Bunni groused, wincing as she got off her knees and pressed her back to the couch.
"Everyone gets ripped off, Bunni," Morgan said, spreading her own legs as she stared down at the other woman. "You just get to decide how much you get out of this gamble of yours tonight."
"Always with the god, godumn memavores," Bunni said, breath hitching slightly as she began to fondle one of her breasts.
"Metaphors, Bunni," Morgan corrected. The phone in her hand buzzed. She ignored it. "Go on. Tell your owner why you decided to come here tonight."
Bunni shot another glare towards Morgan before biting her lip. "I… needed to make sure you, you was, you were safe. 's all." Her fingers fumbled sloppily over her inner thigh. Morgan grimaced a bit at the sight before focusing back on Bunni's face. "Almost shot today… you an', an Qas actin' like 's nuthing…" Her breath hitched, fingers working drunkenly between her legs.
"That's a good girl, Bunni," Morgan said quietly. "Thank you for telling your owner that." The phone buzzed again. Morgan glanced at it, annoyance growing before she saw who it was from. Oh. Oh that was fun. Morgan tapped the message, sending off another picture she took. "Smile, Bunni, and tell me why you like me," Morgan said, holding the screen up to Bunni's face.
"Whu-?" She looked up, squinting before Morgan took the phone away. "Was, wazh that Lon? What did you-?"
"You're not following my orders, Bunni," Morgan said, shifting closer to press one of her feet to Bunni's wrist, shoving her fingers deeper inside with a choked cry. Morgan took just a moment to enjoy the creak of the bones beneath her slipper. "Tell me why you keep showing up when you hate me so much."
Bunni whimpered so sweetly. Morgan had to resist giving a little grind, focusing on her face. Good girls only get rewarded for answering questions after all. "You… fuckin'-"
"No swearing."
"WHAT!? You can't, can't ffffff-" Bunni's anger shifted with another gentle tap from Morgan's foot. Her fingers were working deeper now (Morgan would have to sanitize the floor later), obviously enjoying the buzz of alcohol and being forced to get herself off with someone watching. But something was missing. A key part of this that felt empty. The spark from the casino and lounge wasn't there. Not yet. And Morgan wasn't going to end the night feeling frustrated.
A gloved hand reached down and tilted Bunni's chin upward. "Answer me," Morgan said softly, letting her mask slip enough to make this real. "Or you're going to wish you had modded your hands too."
Bunni was frozen, its expression a tantalizing morsel to take in. It'd be so easy right now. A shift of the hands. Push the thumb in to crack the mod like an eggshell, before twisting the head with a lovely little crunch. Keep that look there forever… Or at least until Morgan got bored looking at it.
She felt her lips grin. If only there weren't such things as consequences… still, maybe just a taste. Morgan gently cupped Bunni's other cheek, her fingers circling around that warm, bared neck, and-
"Fffffuck," Bunni whimpered, gasping and shaking. Morgan blinked. What was she…? Shit. She recoiled, and then berated herself seeing how Bunni flinched and tried to slur out some kind of excuse. Reyes would be suspicious now. She'd have that slip of her mask stored on her files. Damn it, Morgan needed to think, to do damage control, and it didn't help that Reyes was babbling about a some kind of mistake!
…why was her slipper wet.
Morgan looked down. Ants crawled down her spine. Oh. A dozen options flipped through her head before she landed on tried and true. Something that allowed for an effortless escape while keeping her urges in check. "Wow," she said, snorting a little at Bunni's flushed cheeks. "You really got off from me treating you like this?"
"Sh-shuut it," Bunni mumbled. "'s your fault for, for bein', for being hot and mean."
"Oh? Is that why you keep crawling back to me, Bunni?" No response. Morgan smirked. She sat down again, closer this time, and tapped near the puddle with her slipper. "Seeing as you don't seem to want to use your mouth to tell me anything I want to know, why don't you make it useful instead, sunshine?"
The look of confusion on Bunni's face was adorable. Morgan could just bash her across the jaw with a pipe for it. "That means lick, Bunni."
She stiffened. Her face showed the internal weighing of which would be worse for her to do before she swallowed. "I… keep, coming back 'cuz… because you… make it, easier for me…"
Well. That's not what Morgan was expecting. "Go on, sunshine."
Bunni grimaced. "Everything is just so… so impossible. 'm too small. Tiny hole in a big water tower. Can't, can't drain it fast enough. But you!" She growls, waving a sticky hand at Morgan. "You and your, your stupid, stinky face just… gives me an out. I don't need to, to focus on bein' mad all the time. Because, I only needto focus on… following your commands. Even if they are jus', just mean..."
Now it was Morgan's turn to grow still. Did, did Farah know what she was even saying? She was drunk. She was riding a high on getting off. There's no way that Detective Reyes █████ her like that. That was… Morgan's grip grew tighter on the phone. Her spine itched. The hole
yawned
She blinked, and Farah was on the ground, a scream being muffled by a gloved hand. Morgan was crouched beside her next to a noticeable… splatter on the table. The ice pick of fear chiseled its way through her ribs. Too far. Too far and no preparation. Damn it. Now she was going to need to figure out something- why was Farah moaning.
It was an odd noise. Pain and pleasure both. Oh god did she actually get off to this? Morgan had to stifle a laugh. What were the fucking chances?
The phone buzzed, loudly, from where Morgan had dropped it on the couch. She picked it up and raised an eyebrow at the caller. She swiped to answer. "Ah, Detective Qasim London, what a pleasure!" The smile was back, easy as pie. "I was just about to try and get in contact with you."
"Why am I not surprised… Counselor, why are you answering Reyes' phone? And what was that picture you sent earlier?" Oof, last name. This was serious then.
"I'm answering her phone because she had a little slip and fall here at my apartment," Morgan answered breezily. She looked down. Bunni was on her side, whimpering as she tried to force it back into proper shape. A quick glance further down showed she wasn't exactly unhappy with the circumstances either. "As for what I sent, well, just wanted to give a reason why her monitor might be jumping all over the place~"
"Uh huh." The line crackled with London's heavy sigh. She could picture him rubbing his brow. "And why is she at your apartment?"
"Beats me," Morgan chuckled. "Showed up here drunk as a frat boy and started going on and on about cars or something before she tripped over her own feet and smacked her nose against my table. And right when we were just starting to have fun." Bunni looked up, a bloody grimace on her face. Morgan held out a finger. "I tried to get her to sit down but, well, she's learning that she really should be more careful." Morgan let the mask slip for the last word. Bunni shivered and remained quiet. Good girl.
"Alright. Well, standard procedure needs me to send over an ambulance just in case. Can you have her ready by the time it gets there?" A twinge of annoyance. Just when she was starting to have a good time. Ah well. What else could she possibly do but...
double down?
Morgan pressed the speaker button.
"Oh, I'm sure there's no need for that, Detective. I know my way around first aid, comes with the territory~" Morgan smiled and sat behind Bunni, gently stroking the poor flustered Add's hair. "It'd be a shame to cut our little night short, just because of one accident. Right, Bunni?"
"I'm, 'm fine, Qas," Bunni said. It came out slurred and nasally. Morgan idly stretched her leg out and ground it against Bunni's ankle. The detective swallowed what could either be a yelp or a moan and shuddered. "Jus' tripped."
"Seeeee~? Everything's fiiiiiine," Morgan drawled. "Look, we'll finish up here, and then I'll make sure she gets some good rest. Can't have her premiums go up for a simple accident, right?"
The silence weighed on the line. Morgan recognized it. She wore it each time she had a long meeting with a particularly annoying client.
An internal debate whether or not to lay all the cards out straight, and wipe the annoyance from her life.
Another heavy, knowing sigh echoed out again. "Alright, Sunshine. Long as you say you're fine. I can help you clock in a bit later tomorrow, should have some leeway from the trial. And Morgan?"
"Yes, Detective?"
"Make sure she stays in one piece." The call ended with a click. Morgan frowned at the phone. London's parting words had tossed ice water over her mood. Dancing between threats from jealous sorts could be fun. When those threats were backed up by the subtle attention of the State however…
"He really knows how to treat a girl, huh?" Morgan sighed, tossing the phone back on to the couch before sitting beside it. "Speaking of which, you doing fine? Need help with your shiner there?"
"Phuck ovf," Bunni grumbled. Morgan tsk'd.
"Now, that's no way to act with someone whose floor you're still bleeding on!" She teased. "How about this. You say, 'I am sorry for slipping, Morgan, please help me out here'. Sound good?"
"I didn't-"
"You did," Morgan interrupted. A bit more of the hole leaked through. "Because otherwise we wouldn't get to play together, right? And London would know you lied to him too. So…" Morgan tilted Bunni's face up, meeting her gaze. Bunni began to squirm, trying to look anywhere else, but Morgan's fingers tightened. "What are you going to say, Bunni?"
"…I, I'm shorry for phucking shlipping, Morgan. Help me." The poor thing looked like she didn't know whether to cry or start fingering herself again. Morgan took a subtle breath in, mind filling in the blanks.
"You should let your hair grow out, Sunshine," she said, tugging at the short strands in the front. "I think it'd suit you." Bunni stammered something distracting enough for Morgan to quickly reach down and wrench her nose back into alignment.
"FUCK!" Bunni screamed, scrambling back only for Morgan to grab her by the throat. Fresh blood, no longer caged by poor positioning, flowed down. Bunni swallowed a few more times, staring at Morgan, her heart racing rabbit fast beneath her fingers. Morgan leaned in closer.
"Please be quiet, Bunni," she whispered. "Wouldn't want a neighbor to call the police, would we?"
Well, at least Bunni recognized the irony of it. She nodded slowly, and Morgan let go.
"I'm now starting to wonder if you antagonized Han in the Lower Wards just to see what she would do with those modded hands of hers," Morgan said, grabbing a tissue and wiping some of the blood from Bunni's lip. The other woman squirmed. Morgan's smile turned sharp. "Oh wow you really are desperate, huh?"
"Can, can you…" Bunni started, grimacing and swallowing again. Her stupor seemed to be chased away by the pain at least. "…can you make me get off again, like before?"
Morgan hummed, happy to find a niche at last to slot in to. "Of course, Bunni. Only fair after all. Now, be a good Add and wait right there." Morgan stood up. It wasn't the same as the crimson Rorschach's she enjoyed, but the feeling of something dancing on her line had a new and interesting flavor. She could get used to this. "I am surprised you like me mean, Bunni. Most people prefer my charming side instead." She poured herself a glass of whiskey and hummed. Make it better, or… nah. Morgan strolled back and sat down on the couch, taking a sip. "But since you came aaaallll the way here, I will be happy to oblige whatever fantasies you had cooking up in the patrol car."
"Didn't drive…"
"No, but it has been a bit since Juventune, hasn't it?" Morgan smirked, lifting her glass in a toast. "To my favorite ex-cop automated dependent," she said, gently grabbing one of Bunni's hands to guide it down, tucking her gloved fingers between Bunni's own, manipulating them to suit the purpose Morgan could taste in Bunni's hitched breath. "Long may she realize how fucked up this is." With that, Morgan dumped the alcohol over Bunni's head, and pushed the hand in.
The look on her face would feed Morgan for the rest of the night.