Re: The Deck, toward the Bridge
He batted away her hand and she hissed at the sting, her lips curling into a sneer before she could stop herself. So much for playing it cool. She shook her cigarette between her fingers. Then came the sneer, swift, fierce, making the hairs on the back of her neck rise. Though no sound could be her from the canvas of her skin, she could feel the serpent, lower across her back, rattle with new anticipation as it slithered up her spine. She shifted ever so slightly, undulating to accommodate the new tattoo as the others, that could, skittered away in its wake.
"Touchy, touchy," she huffed, attempts to keep it light failing her. She leaned back against the deck's side, keeping clear of his knife and his arms and, unfortunately, of that pretty little thing dangling from his neck. The hem of her shirt rose up as she leaned back, exposing a sliver of skin and she nonchalantly took another drag. "At least tell me where you got it. Mama needs a new pair of everything."