Who: Kiki & Ed What: Processing -- in their own way Where: #1107 When: The evening of the day after the Fables Night Warnings: Vices of all sorts: drinking, smoking, swearing, innuendo.
With Quincey in one arm, a cigarette in her other hand, Kiki stomped out of the apartment and down the hall toward Ed's. She didn't care if she scared or startled Peter and Lena as she slammed the door; she was feeling jumpy and restless and angry -- and someone had to pay. Vlad was out of the question: despite his reassurances, she wasn't entirely convinced he wouldn't try to maul her again, either out of blood lust (ew) or desire (hm). So it had to be Ed, who's only sin had been showing her a good time earlier in the week.
At his door, she kicked it delicately with her Zanotti pumps before pounding at it with the heel of her hand, arching her body away from the ash being bounced off her cigarette. "Open the fucking door!" she shouted, unconcerned with the volume of her voice. "Now! Or I'm going to call the super to let me in!" That was an idle threat, she knew, but the drama would be enough to make him answer her, she hoped.