*Smack!* Suddenly, he wasn't grinnin' so big anymore. Then again, suddenly the whore wasn't being held up, either. *Thunk* He'd dropped her almost the instant she had slapped him, more so out of shock than spite. But if he had the chance to do it all over again, he'd have thrown her out the damn window, instead.Â
"Jager! She was far too busy trying to fix her cleavage rather than pick herself up off the wooden floor. He quickly steps in front of Leila and tries to give her a helping hand, but that too is smack away. "Don't touch me you ruttin' pig! What is she doing in here?" Acquaintances? "You're seriously aren't.. Oh. Oh my." Red in the face, lavish anger shifts into pitiful disgust with a touch of humility. Jager had abandoned her on the floor and made for the table with an almost empty bag of smokes when she tried to yell at him. Already with one hand up in the air, she'd shove it back against her face and push it away, it was as rude and disrespectful as he could be to anyone right now.
"Z, beat it." Like that would happen. "Need the room."Â
"Hah, to what? Go'en jack it yourself? You can go ruttin' stick yourself, you dog." Without much to it, she picked herself up off the floor, gave his business partner the dirtiest look, then stormed out past him. Jager didn't really seem to care if she was leaving. But then she just had to flip a coin at the poor whore. The fact that it plinked right off her forehead made this all the more unbelievable. Seriously, did that coin just.. "You little.." Up on her feet and baring both fist and fang, the whore was getting ready to rush poor defenseless Zhavi. Or at least, she was going to try. A loud yelp and a series of girlish shrieks was all that followed next.
"Leave." That's all he told her as he drug her by her hair, so casually that it made him look all the more disgusting as a person. If this was how comfortably he could treat a woman, there was no telling just how little morals mattered to him. She kicked and clawed and cried her eyes out, and when she was given a rough shove out into the hallway, he'd just slam the door in her face.Â
She kicked and screamed and pounded at the door like a child with a tantrum, but none of it did anything to change the captain's mind. All he seemed interested in doing was rolling a fresh cigarette before leaning up against the window, bottle in hand. "Told you to leave last night. Thanks."
"Jager! She was far too busy trying to fix her cleavage rather than pick herself up off the wooden floor. He quickly steps in front of Leila and tries to give her a helping hand, but that too is smack away. "Don't touch me you ruttin' pig! What is she doing in here?" Acquaintances? "You're seriously aren't.. Oh. Oh my." Red in the face, lavish anger shifts into pitiful disgust with a touch of humility. Jager had abandoned her on the floor and made for the table with an almost empty bag of smokes when she tried to yell at him. Already with one hand up in the air, she'd shove it back against her face and push it away, it was as rude and disrespectful as he could be to anyone right now.
"Z, beat it." Like that would happen. "Need the room."Â
"Hah, to what? Go'en jack it yourself? You can go ruttin' stick yourself, you dog." Without much to it, she picked herself up off the floor, gave his business partner the dirtiest look, then stormed out past him. Jager didn't really seem to care if she was leaving. But then she just had to flip a coin at the poor whore. The fact that it plinked right off her forehead made this all the more unbelievable. Seriously, did that coin just.. "You little.." Up on her feet and baring both fist and fang, the whore was getting ready to rush poor defenseless Zhavi. Or at least, she was going to try. A loud yelp and a series of girlish shrieks was all that followed next.
"Leave." That's all he told her as he drug her by her hair, so casually that it made him look all the more disgusting as a person. If this was how comfortably he could treat a woman, there was no telling just how little morals mattered to him. She kicked and clawed and cried her eyes out, and when she was given a rough shove out into the hallway, he'd just slam the door in her face.Â
She kicked and screamed and pounded at the door like a child with a tantrum, but none of it did anything to change the captain's mind. All he seemed interested in doing was rolling a fresh cigarette before leaning up against the window, bottle in hand. "Told you to leave last night. Thanks."
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
