Famine turned away and stepped toward the window, one hand on her hip and the other over her mouth. She knew this wasn't a good idea, and once Clio cam back, both of them would have to account for this. Then again, though...no one ever said she was full of good decisions.
"Fuck it," she whispered. Then she whirled back around, advancing on Patrick and twining her hands in his hair as she kissed him again. The movement carried her forward, and she only stopped when she registered that there was a wall behind Patrick.