Good. She Was Lucid Enough To Drink And Even Make Remarks About It.

Good. She was lucid enough to drink and even make remarks about it.

“Found it lying close by, thought you like that one. I don't really know as I don't drink. But I bet it still tastes better than the teas I have for my throat.” Cindy figured a white lie wouldn't hurt if it's ultimate goal was to set her on the road of recovery faster. Still...she felt like she's betraying the younger woman's trust by lying what she's actually drinking.

“I haven't gotten any notifications from your Sinstagram, plus you haven't texted when you left the club so I became worried. Sorry I couldn't make it earlier, the job I have is time consuming.” to put it mildly. Racing across the streets to cull crime rate and relive her own memories with every encounter.

Heart clenched, well aware the reason why such things were said. Hell, in a reversed situation she would say the same. The woman carefully curled closer as to prove her point of being serious but not suffocating.

“Well you're stuck with me I guess. I know I don't have to help. I want to.” her voice was always a reckoning even when not singing. The deep, natural grit gave it a signature aggressive growl which she still skillfully manipulated to sound soft.

“Now drink what remained of the whiskey Princess. Bet you will feel better and then we can pirate your favorite movies. Or anything you want. Just don't ask me to cook” a tiny laugh, the cosmic horror provided to be lethal not only on the battlefield but in the kitchen as well

“I'm being responsible.” a tone soft enough to reassure but firm enough to leave no room for arguments as she unlaced her gothic platform boots and carefully set them aside. She will deal with her makeup later.

“Can you remember what happened? I found you on the floor but no...injuries. Can you remember feeling dizzy?” Cindy asked cautiously, half admitting that she has searched for damages where it was appropriate to look while she was unconscious.

She also highly doubted Hysteria has a thermometer hidden somewhere, as she couldn't really check how bad her fever is. It would've been a quite difficult task due to her temperature hovering around a steady 50 Celsius when completely relaxed.

A roll of eyes at the request, although she had it ready. “Okay Princess, but I have to help you sit up first.” the entity informed gently as she slowly maneuvered the girl into a sitting position, only retrieving the glass when she was sure she wouldn't slip

The liquid was dark, a mix of various fruit juices and medicine; Cindy didn't know the level of her fever but figured excess cold drops won't be the substance to cause harm.

“Here you go” glass slightly tilted for easier access and Cindy didn't let go in case of the possible reaction

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While Cindy is busy being horny I'm redoing her Carrd 🥲 & will try to make a tiny ✨aesthetic✨ promo when I'm finished. Sometime.

Body temperature already feverish from excitement, at the touch it still climbed a few degrees higher along with a content crackling sound coming deep within. Already molten into the embrace, two toned hair swayed gently as she turned her head to press herself even closer.

“Yeah” breathy but confident, accompanied with a teasing wiggle. The leather panties had a relatively bland front -compared to what she usually wore-, the extra addition was the zipper at the backside “How do you like it?” her voice carried smug confidence, the cat of a woman arching further into Erebus

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"That new?" Erebus whispered huskily, coming up from behind Cindy to rest his chin on her shoulder. His hand rested on her hip, idly playing with the hem of her panties, while his other hand settled on her stomach, pulling Cindy flush against him. "Can't remember ever seein' you in that before."

The light touch sent a tiny jolt through her system, her temperature jumping only a few degrees higher. Had she not been wounded and dizzy, she would've joked at the lack of a kiss to the knuckles; he seemed to be the old fashioned type who would do that even just for show. Her hand slithered back under the blanket, holding the foreign warmth's linger close to her chest.

Observant or maybe she wasn't couldn't downplay her reactions enough in this state.

A lightheaded, dizzy smile at his action and the result of it, all because she showed signs of discomfort. However she was also paying attention to his words.

“Come on Striker” the red lipped smile now revealed teeth as she tasted his name on her tongue “sometimes I see two of you. Which isn't a bad sight by all means, but cut me some slack.”

Similar field huh? “Headhunter or assassin? The first would suit the Western flair more, but then in this ring everyone has a knife collection and balls to take care of cattle thieves.” with how he knew his ways around an injury and how eerily quiet it had gotten also added to her train of thought arriving to the unsaid conclusion. The knowledge of someone strong and capable enough guarding her made the mattress softer underneath, or maybe she finally allowing herself to relax at last.

“It's not noise.” Cindy felt the urge to explain

“Just, memories attached to bars. Not like yours. The less savory ones. I haven't been in one since I've- since...this isn't a conversation for the first night.” her defense ultimately won but at what cost “That sounded wrong, didn't it?” she groaned, yet among the embarrassment warm happiness shone at the promise she heard the first time in her life

@strikers-saloon

The entity only could stare wordlessly at the cowboy as if he had grown a second head.

“….I…it’s warm enough thank you” she eventually arrived to the very intelligent conclusion, snuggling closer to the pillow and deeper to the blanket to prove her point. Wrath had a great climate, enough even for her to feel comfortable without burrowing three blankets under.

“…You are very considerate” jade hues told the tale how unfamiliar was all of this; maybe she was allowed to rest for one night

Cindy considered the offer, although wary of the amount of information could flow once the gates opened. A crash followed by a cackle downstairs caused a tiny jolt and a tighter squeeze of the pillow.

“Pride is an absolute shithole full of predators and I feel like I can’t get the filth off me.” she hissed venomously, voice now more steady. Of course humans find a way to ruin everything

“The amount of women, men running to me for help while chased by scum every day…and of course I take care every one of them very fucking permanently. How could I ever turn someone away- no that would never happen. That’s who I am, that’s what I do.” both on Earth and in Hell. Only that in here it was draining due to the lack of direct access to the cosmos.

“But that’s not the shit part, saving people I mean. It’s that…” a laugh that was somehow filled with sorrow

“I know can’t count on anyone doing the same favor for me, just because it’s the right thing to do.” she gestuted at the injury “Not like that’s a surprise.” now that sentence held the most secrets, full of bite, knowledge and the worst: experience.

“You are something else. In the best meaning possible.” then it occurred to her she probably hadn’t even introduced herself, only crashed into his establishment

“Bit late introduction I know, I’m Cindy. Pride’s number one rapist killer but I also specialize in murder other criminals.” she let go of the comfort pillow briefly to stick her hand out from under the covers for a handshake