S stands with her hands up in the air stretching, waiting for J to get her skinny ass inside. J stops next to S and yawns. S grins and looks at J’s bloodied shirt and the crimson red smears on her chin and collar bones.
S: You know, that’s kinda hot, right?
S: Yeah. Don’t make like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You are the one who suggested we make out.. you have to be a twisted as me to even think about snogging after a night of dismemberment?
J looked away, smiling, but still unsure how to respond. S just grinned and tapped J on the ass.
S: Yeah. To answer your earlier question. We should wrap this up. I reckon we head up to that old truckers farm… he is deaf int’ he? He has pigs. We can feed this shit to them pigs. What you think?
J: I heard you, you know…
S: What you on about?
J: Your comment about me being a molasses-motioned pothead…
S: So..? You breaking up with me now? *Grin*
S: You know it. But we still gonna mash mouths before you get all washed up.
J: You think?
S: Yes. Yes, I believe I do. Now… when you done being shy can we load the car? Please? We have a 20 minute drive, and hitting traffic would not be ideal.
J watched S head back into the house, and through the screen door could see her gather what she could.
S: You just going to stand there looking ravishing in red? Or you gonna help me?
J: No. I think I will just stay here. .. you know, watch for passers by.
S: And what? Wave as they drive past??? GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!
Grinning, J headed in. Admittedly feeling like she had bitten off more than she could chew.