"I’m probably as ready as I’ll ever be." The wolf pulled a face at the sound, wrapping her fingers around the seat belt to keep from ripping the cup out of her partner’s hand so that she could toss it out the window. "You wanna go for the big party? Place will be jam packed full of blood suckers, with all those drunk tourists wandering around. Wouldn’t leave us much time to enjoy the festivities." Hidden by her sunglasses, Alice’s gaze flicked down to her drink, but she didn’t stop Hannibal from taking it. Sharing was better than listening to his straw make that sound. "…’Cause the boy I’d been in love with for far too long had joined the ranks of the undead and was still with the dishfaced, vampire harlot that damn near killed me and seeing them kiss filled me with the kind of homicidal rage that made me want to burn the town down around them."
Hannibal’s creeping hand had landed on the drink without being deflected, which made it more than apparent he’d been granted permission to have some, bringing it to his lips. “What are you talking about? Ashing those party crashing fucks is the festivities.” As he was about to take a drink, he stopped himself. “Oh, and the tits. Those are nice too.” Nodding, he finally took a couple gulps, returning it without draining it dry. “Understandable. Hey, wanna go set a brown paper bag of dog poo on his step and set it on fire?” he grinned, “Then, when he runs outside to put out the fire, he gets shit on his shoe.” Hannibal paused to read a passing sign, “And then when he’s all bummed over his Nikes, we shove something real pointy through his chest. I’m partial to silver.”
Leaning back in her seat, aqua plastic framed sunglasses perched on her nose, Alice rolled her head against the seat and looked over at Hannibal. ”…Virginia? No. Not really.” She shrugged, flicking her head back forward to look out at the road. ”Guess we could head down to New Orleans, maybe. Or down to Florida. They have beaches there. Palm trees. Whatever you want. I just… thought it was about time, I guess. Been a year and a half, almost two years since I left.”
"Hey, if you think you’re ready, I’m more than happy to chauffeur you there." Reaching for his styrofoam cup from their last pit stop for food, he shook it only to find rattling ice in the bottom, frowning and trying to pry out the last few scraggling drops with an obnoxious straw slurp. "We should definitely head out to New Orleans sometime though. Preferably at the beginning of next month." Returning his cup, he slowly edged his hand towards Alice’s drink, trying to sneak a few sips from hers. "Why’d you leave anyways? I slightly doubt Werewolf Fight Club was your intended destination."
The presents almost go unnoticed, the towel ruffling his showered hair temporarily blocking his view. Looping the towel around the back of his neck, he runs fingers through the locks, staring at his reflection in the far away mirror, getting every slowly drying strand in place before his gaze finally fell to the bed.
A box of chocolates:
"That’s a little stereotypical, don’t you think? I am however, extremely curious about your intentions with the whipped cream and your method of eating them. Also, I call dibs on the almond roca in that pack."
"Is that all? Alright, come ‘ere."
"I think I could manage that."
Complete submission from my muse:
"Sorry, no dice. Try again, Valentine."
My muse reciting a romantic poem:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Suck my dick,
And bend over too.
- ❥ - a hug
- ❤ - a kiss
- ღ - a box of chocolates
- ♡ - how my muse really feels about yours
- ❧ - a Valentine’s dinner
- ✼ - complete submission from my muse
- ✮ - my muse tied up
- ❆ - my muse reciting a romantic poem
- ✿ - something my muse finds very special
- ♪ - my muse singing a song that explains their true feelings
- ♫ - something dedicated to your muse (something my muse made themselves)
"Happy Valentine’s Day, Han. Eat up, you’ll need the energy for later."
"Your wish is my command. I look forward to whatever you’ve got in store."
Happy Valentine’s day, have a ball
"Now there’s my kinda Valentine’s Day present. Thanks, Red."
"It’s Friday." Cal said dryly. "I oughta kick you in the balls, how are you so cheerful?"
"You oughta, but you won’t." Hannibal said confidently, strolling over to the glyph covered door, studying it curiously. "What can I say, saving friends puts me in a chipper mood. Get your Levis on and let’s get the fuck outta here."
[text]: Don’t say I didn’t warn you. [text]: Might wanna trade in that sawed off and machete though. [text]: Good luck, Champ.