lisa woke up with the sun coming in through the curtains, determined to get her out of bed. On her left was Isabella, sprawled out in just a top, cock out proudly. One of her ears twitched in her sleep, probably dreaming about all the new ways she'd invented to traumatize the house's furniture. On her right, Raven's lean muscle pressed against her back. She had one arm thrown right over lisa's body, like she belonged to her.
[How does she maintain that poker face even while unconscious?] lisa wondered, blinking the tiredness away and taking herself out of the tangle of limbs. [It's like she's ditation champion of the year or sothing.]
The events of the previous night ca flooding back. Lots of fucking. Incredible amounts of fucking. lisa's legs felt like jelly.
"You're thinking too loud," Raven mumbled against the back of her neck. Of course the slightest movent from lisa woke her up.
"Sorry," lisa whispered, trying not to wake Isabella too. "Today's the day."
Of course Isabella stirred anyway. Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched.
"Yes, the day our little spy goes to face the," she yawned, "big bad nim revolutionaries?" Her morning wood accidentally (?) brushed against lisa's thigh.
"Could you not make it sound like I'm about to star in a trashy romance novel?" lisa carefully extracted herself from between them, ignoring Isabella's disappointed whine as she slipped out of bed.
"It's hard not to," Isabella said with a bit of brow-wriggling.
lisa stared at her own reflection critically. The silver hair dye was holding up well, transforming her from lisa Blackfla, nim sorceress extraordinaire, into "lanie," the disgruntled nim revolutionary with a chip on her shoulder and a vendetta against humans. Sa purple skin, sa red eyes, but the silver hair and the harder set to her jaw made her look like an entirely different person.
[Well... It makes look like Mom.]
"Any hope this guy you're hunting won't commit suicide by Mommy?"
"I dunno," lisa shrugged, looking at Isabella through the reflection, applying a touch more silver to a spot where her natural black was showing through. "Maybe Koros will have a mont of clarity. Maybe he'll realize that getting all his people killed when Aria starts fighting back isn't actually going to help the nim cause."
"And maybe I'll grow a second dick," Isabella chid in.
"Please don't. One's more than enough."
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This bar Koros and Co. frequented was a shithole on its best days, but today felt different.
lisa pushed open the door, the stench of stale beer and unwashed bodies hitting her instantly. Sure, the crowd of nim were the sa but sothing was different. There was an electricity in the air, a hushed excitent as conversations buzzed throughout the place.
[Guess everyone can feel the shitstorm that's about to go down,] lisa thought, her eyes scanning the room. [Even if they're still trying to flirt and joke like always.]
She spotted Koros at his usual table, a couple of his goons flanking him like particularly ugly bookends. He looked up as she approached, his expression unreadable.
[Showti,] lisa thought, plastering on her best "eager revolutionary" smile.
"Hey boss," she said, sauntering over. "Ready for the big day?"
Koros didn't return her smile. Instead, he just stared at her, his eyes hard and assessing.
"Yeah..." He nodded slowly, looking away. "I'm ready."
[... Well that's not fucking ominous at all,] lisa thought, her smile not wavering an inch.
Vira, on the other hand, greeted her with the usual warmth. She was behind the bar, mixing drinks with a flair that would put most circus perforrs to sha.
"lanie!" she called, waving lisa over. "I was starting to think you'd gotten cold feet."
She leaned against the counter, watching as Vira poured her a drink without being asked.
"Nah," lisa said, taking a sip. "Just had so things to take care of before the big event."
Vira's eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Oh? And what sort of things might those be?"
lisa smirked.
"The kind that involve a lot of screaming and not a lot of clothes."
Vira laughed, the sound rich and throaty.
"Sounds like my kind of party."
They chatted for a bit, falling into the easy banter that had beco second nature over the past few weeks. But all the while, lisa could feel Koros's eyes on her, boring into the back of her skull like a drill.
[What the fuck is his problem?] she wondered, trying to ignore the unease churning in her gut.
She got her answer a few minutes later.
Koros stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor with a sound that made lisa's teeth ache. He stalked over to the bar, his goons trailing behind him like particularly stupid ducklings.
"lanie," he said, his voice deceptively casual. "Today's the big day, right?"
lisa nodded, her heart starting to pound.
"That's the plan."
Koros humd, taking a swig of his drink.
"It would be a real sha, though, if we got there and found out the kitsune had flown the coop. Real disappointing, you know?"
lisa raised a brow at him.
"Uh, yeah, that would suck. But they're probably still there. They've got no reason to leave."
Again, Koros nodded slowly.
"See, that's what I thought too. But then I had one of my boys do a little scouting, just to be sure." He leaned in a little. "And you know what he saw? A whole lot of nothing."
lisa wasn't too sure where this was going but she played along.
"Maybe they're just laying low," she suggested, her mind racing. "Trying not to draw attention to themselves."
Koros barked out a laugh.
"Oh, they're laying low all right. But, here's the thing, my scout... He didn't see any kitsune." He took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest. "But he did see you."
lisa's hand, wrapped around her glass, froze.
[Ah. I see.]
"So," Koros said, staring through her very soul. "Care to explain yourself, lanie?" Or, should I say, Blackfla?"
lisa's smile slowly faded.
[... Well, shit.]
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