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A long and knobby finger traced a line of locomotive track line on the blueprint. A gravely and erudite voice followed it.
“If we add track to the ‘D’ line and wrap it around the Southern Heap; the freight cars will be able to avoid mixing in loads heading to the topside markets. Less chance of an Enforcer or inspector becoming too inquisitive at an inopportune moment.”
The head of the engineering guild nodded at the suggestion that was really not a suggestion and bent over the map. The goat Vastayan's augmetic right arm ended with a cluster of graphing pencils and they extended to make the altercations on the design. The man standing behind him absent-mindedly reached into the inside his red and black coat and pulled out a steel cigar case and battered brass lighter. Both were etched with smiling monkey faces. He opened the case while still looking at the blueprint and didn’t examine what he pulled out of it. What he expected was a five-inch cigar, hand rolled with the best Noxian tobacco. What he got was a…….
……stick of licorice candy.
Silco; the Eye of Zaun, Baron of Barons and the most feared man in both Piltover and the Undercity stared at the red confection in his hand with little surprise.
It had been a week of this.
Sevika was standing beside him, his second-in-command smirked when she saw what was in his hand.
“Didn’t know you had a sweet tooth.” The large brown-skinned woman’s voice was filled with mirth.
He couldn’t say he was resentful of that. Only Sevika, the most loyal and valuable person in his organization was allowed such familiarity. Besides; he understood her amusement in seeing Jinx’s ire and pranks directed at someone else for a change, at him. Silco just put the sugary disrespect back in the cigar case with a small tightening of his pale lips.
After the meeting, they returned to the auto waiting in front of the Guildhall. Silco slid into the back seat of the long black six-wheeled armored limo. There was a small compartment between him and Sevika. The middle-aged man always kept a few cigars in there. Silco figured what he’d find but popped it open anyway. No cigars but a wad of tinfoil. He picked the shiny material up and gingerly opened it, his large hooked nose wrinkled at the sharp odor that emerged.
Dried whump shit.
Silco sighed, rolled down the window and tossed the foil out into the street. One more chance but he doubted she missed anything; he trained her better than that. But he was a through sort by nature. The Chem-Baron called out to the crew member serving as their driver today.
“Ran, are there any cigars in the glove compartment?”
They leaned over and checked and then turned and looked over their shoulder with a grimace on their albino features.
“Nah boss, just a dead rat.”
“Dispose of it and then back to the Drop.”
Sevika chortled like a malfunctioning ore crusher and reached under her poncho to offer him a cigarette from her pack. Silco took one and lit it. Ugh, cheap tobacco was something he wasn’t used to anymore. He was getting soft in his advancing years. He took a deep drag and pressed a thumb to his temple, a headache was forming. A tension headache that seemed to have braids.
“So…...the brat is still mad about the concert thing, huh?” Silco sighed and rubbed a circle above his one natural eyebrow.
“This storm will soon pass.”
“Hahahaha.”
Silco didn’t dignify her mocking laughter with a response.
****
Shaving cream in his coat.
Sugar and salt shakers switched at his kitchen table.
Every left shoe missing.
An unpleasant (but familiar) smell on his toothbrush.
Urine (who’s he did not wonder) in his liquor bottles.
And dead rats everywhere. In the pillows; under the settee cushions, in his desk drawers……...everywhere.
All of this irritation over a fucking Seraphine concert. That’s why Jinx was tormenting him.
His blue-haired beauty was many things. A genius engineer; in all disciplines. Especially in the design of weapons and explosives. The seventeen-year-old was a deadly fighter; both at range and up close. Trained in armed and unarmed combat by Sevika and himself. The girl was an excellent spy and sneak-thief. Despite her well-known and quite literal bombastic style; she could be as silent and invisible as a shadow when she chose to be. Which explains how all these escapades could happen under his watchful eye.
The Loose Cannon was also cruel, spiteful, violent, mercurial, mentally unstable and spoiled rotten. Silco would privately accept blame for at least accentuating some of this attributes. Partially to unleash the perfect Zaunite that he knew was growing inside her and partially because making Jinx happy made him happy. Silco had a dream, goals and many things made feel accomplished or satisfied but very little that made him feel happy. So he rarely said no to her. But the bluenette’s brilliance and the pedestal he put on often made Silco forget a simple fact.
Jinx was still a teenage girl.
And teenage girls loved terrible songs about love, heartbreak and growing up. The pink-haired starry-eyed songstress from Piltover provided them in spades. Jinx who would publicly scoff at the ‘sappy songs from a wannabe sun-kisser cunt’ but she had a secret. That dismissive attitude changed in the privacy of her cavern and their bedroom where the records saw heavy rotation. The singer had been on a Runeterra-wide tour and her final concert was to be held in Piltover’s grand coliseum. She had been excited to go; purchasing (he purchased) a front row seat and had been needling him to accompany her.
But alas, the diamond job.
Nine days ago, he had sent Jinx on assignment topside to burglarize a lapidary who had smuggled in a quantity of illegal Bilgewater blood diamonds…...without paying Silco his cut. While not all illegal activities in the cities happened under his direct control, you did not conduct that type of business in either Piltover or Zaun without paying homage to the Eye. This greedy individual had ignored that fact because he had wealthy and powerful topside patrons. Those friends were influential enough to make just killing the man a bit of a headache so Silco sent Jinx to the man’s home to steal the diamonds.
Her instructions were to take the merchandise and nothing else. Jinx performed the first part of her orders perfectly. Sneaking in during the hour of the wolf, effortlessly defeating the security system and the safe containing the diamonds. But then everything went to pot on her way out. The man’s wife came downstairs and ran into Jinx as she attempted to leave through the kitchen area. Perhaps she heard something or just had awakened and gone for a glass of water. Either way, Jinx…...overreacted. The lapidary heard his wife’s screams, rushed downstairs and Jinx overreacted again.
Then to cover-up her two overreactions; she set the house on fire. A blaze which spread to the houses surrounding the targets. The final tally was five buildings destroyed and nine dead. All that would simply be frustrating but she was seen fleeing the flames. A civilian glimpsed a ‘cackling blue-haired clown’ in the smoke. Inquiries had been raised. Sheriff Marcus had already been ordered to make sure the investigation went nowhere but the deceased did have powerful allies; the case could not be killed on the spot. Because of that; he had forbidden Jinx from going topside for the next three months. Which meant no concert.
Silco explained to Jinx that this restriction was for her safety, the security of their organization and the secrecy of their revolution. He told her that she expected her to understand the error she made and the measure he had to take.
Jinx did not understand and she had spent the last week letting him know that.
Her father had taught her all about retaliation.
Silco didn’t like being cross with Jinx but he was getting tired of her shenanigans.
He stomped up the stairwell at the Drop and went right to his office; there was one last place to check. The cigar box on his coffee table. Silco took off his coat, locked the door behind him and marched over to the brass and silver tin. He bent over, opened it and found…….pretty much what he had expected to find. A piece of paper with a green Jinx face sticking her tongue out. A raspy and petulant teenage voice echoed from the rafters above him.
“Hahahahaha! 🎵You’ll-never-find-them.🎵”
Oh that was the straw that broke the sump-donkey’s back. Sing-song? A schoolyard taunt? Silco crumbled up the paper in his hands and walked behind his desk. He kicked his chair back and stood there. Without looking up, he pointed at the desktop.
“Get down here, now.” His tone was a threatening growl. Most would have trembled or hesitated at the sound.
But not Jinx.
His living bomb landed on the desk with her customary aplomb. Scattering papers and pencils like shrapnel when her dirty boots hit the wood. She hunched on her hands, staring at him, grinning like the Cheshire Yordle. As always, he was captured by the sheer loveliness of the tattooed sump-viper. His working eye absorbing a mishmash of snapshots. The curve of her small breast protruding from her too-tight halter top, the flex of her flat stomach, the sharpness of her cheekbones. And of course to the body-length cerulean-blue braids piled around her. The Chem-Baron refocused; blocking the desire and urge to touch her. It was not the time for that.
Two large ocean blue stared directly at one hooded blue-green eye and one unseeing black and dead one. She didn’t blink or lower her gaze at his glowering, Jinx was not afraid of him. That fact pissed him even more and made him temporarily forget his attraction to her.
“These antics end now.” She sneered at him.
“If I can go to the concert tomorrow, they will!”
“You are not going topside for any reason.” Jinx smirked.
“Then you’re never going to see a cigar again, you mean old man!”
“The bloody Enforcers are looking for a blue-haired…” She interrupted him with a hiss.
“I’ll wear a disguise!”
“No.”
“I’ll hide in the coliseum air vents!”
“No.”
“There’s gonna be like a bazillion people there, no one will be paying to me!”
“No.” Jinx balled up her fists and slammed them against the desktop on either side of her legs and screamed at him.
“YOU’RE STUPID AND UGLY AND ARE JUST BEING MEAN FOR NO REASON.”
In a city of violent gangers and in a hierarchy of power-hungry barons; Silco prided himself on cold, logical reasoning. He always attempted to leave emotion out of it. Hot, angry decisions lead to subpar outcomes…...like being drowned in a river. The threats and rages of most meant very little to him. They slid off his back like water. But not her; Jinx’s chipped nails always ripped away that layer of self-control. Only she had full access to his love and his temper. Suddenly he’s lurching forward and he’s in her face, his nose poking hers as he roars.
“I AM TRYING TO PROTECT YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT.”
“YOU DON’T GOTTA PROTECT ME FROM SHIT!”
Don’t. Don’t be cruel. Saying the thing that’s coiled on your tongue will only escalate the conflict. Don’t do it old man. You’re supposed to be the adult here. But he had been her target all week and he hated the taste of Sevika’s cheap brand of tobacco in his mouth. Silco stopped yelling and smiled at her. The expression twisted his facial scarring into something even more demonic. His voice was low, satisfied purr.
“My main job is protecting you……from yourself. You would be attending that wretched concert of yours if not for your inability to follow simple commands. Caterwaul at me all you like my dear but you are the one who jinxed this all up.”
The best blades are sometimes made of words, not steel. And Silco watched with great satisfaction as the stab hit her core. Jinx’s eyes widened and she shook like a leaf as he used that hated (often screamed during one of her nightmares or panic attacks) phrase against her. Her response was as immediate and instinctual and she did what she always did.
Jinx made the situation worse.
Her right fist shot out and into his side. He flinched slightly at the impact, it wasn’t at full speed or power but his reply was. Silco’s hands were larger than his frame would suggest. In kinder and slower moments, the long fingers and wide palm cupped that beautiful face tenderly and with great care. But this moment required quickness and strength. The man retained his old street speed. Silco’s left hand slapped her at full force. Jinx’s head rocked to the side but she didn’t fall over. After a long second and several shuddering breaths; she looked back at him. The bluenette’s cheek was scarlet, vivid against her pale skin. He pointed a finger at her.
“You know the rules. You hit and I hit back.”
Many young girls would burst into tears. Immediately apologized and begged not to be struck again. But his girl was not like most girls.
“MOTHERFUCKER!!!”
His daughter roared in fury and launched herself at him.
****
Silco disliked correcting Jinx. He had never wanted her to fear him so he only punished her in the most extreme of circumstances. He especially disliked it as both her physical form and their relationship matured. Also, Jinx had a complex relationship with pain that he had been directing in more pleasurable directions. Silco had no desire to hit his daughter; he always wanted her to welcome and yearn for his touch. For it to be a gentle port in a cruel and pitiless world.
But that is why he must correct her now.
Because the Undercity is cruel and pitiless and kindness and mercy are not rewarded here. Because he can’t allow her to be weak and because he cannot be weak…...even with the only thing he truly loved in this shitty world. Because then if he was weak; he would die and leave her alone.
Or even worse, she would leave him. Weakness only invited death and betrayal and Silco could not live through that again.
So he didn’t attempt to hold her off. He didn’t attempt to calm her down. When Jinx leapt upon him, biting and clawing; he responded like he would if anyone else attacked him. Silco grabbed her and hurled her to the ground, kicking the chair away as he advanced on her.
“Now you’ll learn your lesson.”
Jinx replied by unfurling from the floor with low kick to his knee, his bad knee. She never missed a trick but neither did he, hopping back before she made contact. Jinx surged up with an uppercut, Silco grunted as the blow to his chin made him mash his his teeth together. But he leaned into it and attempted to grab her, she dodged and leaped onto the desk. He snatched one of her braids as it swung across his field of vision.
Mistake.
People often grabbed at Jinx’s braids when she brawled with them. They were so long and impractical, how could they not? Her twin tails were her prize attribute, the only part of her body she deemed worthy of regular maintenance. Done by him of course; so many hours spent shampooing, brushing and braiding that ocean of blue that sprouted from her skull. Hours he treasured and wouldn’t trade for all the hexes in Piltover. Silco considered Jinx’s braids a statement of her beauty, bravery and boldness.
They were also lure.
She spun as he took hold of her hair; wrapping the thick tendril around his wrist. Jinx fell backwards on the desk, yanking him to her. Silco tripped over his own feet, cursing. As soon as he was close enough, she began to pepper his body with machine gun rapid punches. The older man chose to absorb the blows, despite knowing he’d be black and blue tomorrow, for another chance to get close. She was quicker but he was stronger. He grabbed at her halter top and lifted her up by the shoulder straps and she punched the side of his head, making his ears ring. But that didn’t stop him from slamming her back down on the desk. Jinx yowled as the back of her head smacked against the wood.
“OOOOOFFF!”
He struck before she could right herself. His right fist reared back and he slugged her across the jaw. Jinx tumbled off the front of the desk. Silco unwrapped the braid from his other wrist and panted as he walked around the desk.
“Had enough yet?”
Jinx rose, bleeding from a split lip. She spat a mouthful of blood on the floor and flipped him off.
“Getting tired already? There’s a fucking shocker.”
He growled and advanced, fists up Jinx’s hand fell to the holstered pistol on her hip and Silco began to run at her. Would she actually pull a gun on him? He honestly wasn’t sure. Jinx didn’t plan that ahead.
Or so he thought.
It was feint. Silco lunged for her hand and (on his blind side, such a clever girl) her boot flashed out and this time it did connect with his knee. A hideous bolt of agony paralyzed him, shooting up from his knee to his belly, Silco roared through his jagged teeth.
“FUCKING CUNT!!!”
Jinx shot forward as he’s bent over in pain, holding his knee. She grabs him by the ears and brings their skulls together in a thundering head-butt. The office fills with sound of bells and his vision is filled with stars as he collapses on the ground, insensate. It might have ended there; the smart thing to do would have been to jump back, let him groan and roll around in pain and let the fight drain out of him. End it before it goes too far. That would been the smart thing to do.
But not the Jinx thing to do.
She straddles him, grabs his white silk tie out of his shirt and uses it as a rein. Her smaller but still strong hand is the one slapping now. Silco’s head rocks back and forth as she slaps and backhands him again and again while screaming and spitting.
“I JINXED IT? FUCK-FUCK-FUCKITY YOU! YOU’RE WRONG. MYLO’S WRONG. VI’S WRONG. YOU’RE THE JINX! TAKE THIS MEDICINE YOU SHITTY OLD GEEZER!”
Her blows bloodied his nose, inflamed his facial scars….and brought him back from the brink of unconsciousness. Silco had taught his girl how to handle and use pain; he was able instructor because he had been an apt pupil in the subject himself. The veteran ganger absorbed the pain and fury until he saw an opening when she reared back for a windmill strike.
Lightning-fast, his right arm shot up and he wrapped his hand around her thin throat. Jinx gasped and paused, allowing him to sit up, gain some leverage and pull his left arm back. Silco snarled and buried his fist in her stomach as hard as he could. The Baron put everything he had into it; his knuckles smashing into her abdominal muscles like a wrecking ball into a brick wall.
“HHHHHUUUUHH”
All the air rushed out of Jinx’s mouth as she bent over his arm and she went limp as the shock of the blow caused her to short-circuit. Silco shoved her off him and got to his feet, holding his throbbing knee as she curled up in a ball, gasping for breath. He panted, dragged a hand through his sweaty salt-n-pepper hair and pointed at her.
“You will apologize for this childish outburst, for a week of torment and for making me chastise you. You will apologize right now.”
Jinx turned her face up to him and narrowed her eyes as she struggled out a reply in-between big breaths of air.
“Go-ugh-to-ugh-hell. Limp dick.”
Oh?
Oh?
Oh?.
She really did always jinx herself because she just reminded him off the other way she had punished him since he told her wasn’t going to the concert.
Jinx hadn’t been in his bed all week. It wasn’t just that either; his injections had been dry and professional. There had been no hugs, no kisses, no fingers stroking his scars, no surprise ‘glomping’ from the rafters. After years of showering him with love and attention; after getting him addicted to her like she was Shimmer itself; the vile girl just turned off the tap. Cut him off with an upturned nose and a flouncing skip away from his embraces.
How dare she.
After everything he had done for her.
It was time for a new type of correction.
Silco reached down and grabbed both her braids at where they were attached to her skull. Jinx kicked and screamed as he dragged her over to the settee. He put a boot on the coffee table and pushed it away before yanking her over to sit on the ground with her back to the cushions. Silco stood over her, unbuttoning his pants flap as she glared up at him.
“I will have that apology, one way or the other.” She hissed and bristled like a cat.
“I’ll bite. I’ll bite hard.” Silco shrugged and reached into his underwear.
“Then I’ll knock-out all your teeth and have Singed put new ones in. I leave that up to you, dear. Now, let me know when you’re ready to say you’re sorry.”
He fished his cock out of his pants. Silco had been psychologically abused all week and physically abused today, he was aching all over. And yet, he was hard as a rock and eager for this. Silco did indeed have a complex relationship to pain.
Silco was a trim and thin man, his cock was not. The phallus in his hand was long, thick and turgid and pulsing in his hand as he have it a firm stroke. It was a shade darker than the rest of his skin, with a bulbous head and covered with prominent veins and bumpy moles. His cock was as ugly as the rest of him. He been so patient with her as she learned to take him; not wanting to hurt her in any way that she didn’t request him to.
Not today.
He grabbed Jinx’s bang and a handful of her hair as he shuffled closer; holding his dick and bending his knees. Silco pointed the head at her lips and pushed forward. Jinx sealed her lips and turned her head; the leaking hole at the tip of his glans left a streak of precum across her cheek. Like a child turning her face away from a spoonful of cough syrup. Silco lifted his cock and slapped it against her cheek and nose. At the same time, he gave her a warning yank on her bang. Jinx sighed and turn back to face him and opened her mouth.
Silco needed no further invitation. He pointed his cock and shoved the head in. Jinx’s upper teeth scrapped his sensitive skin and he pulled on her hair again, she opened wider. Silco forced her head back against the cushions and pushed his hips forward. Jinx’s jaw cracked and she choked as he shoved inch after inch down her gullet. The elastic ring of flesh at her throat entrance only delayed his progress momentarily before another flick of his hips demolished the obstacle. Jinx gagged and her eyes watered but he kept going. Soon releasing the now unnecessary grip on his dick and placing his other hand on her head. So warm, so tight. Her throat was a sleeve for his cock and he didn’t stop until her pointy nose was buried in his sparse and graying pubic hair.
“Aaaaaaa.”
That sound of satisfaction was the first he’d made since receiving word of her failure in Piltover. Silco stood there, fully down her throat and enjoying the feeling. On a normal day, her tongue would be flapping against the underside of his cock and her hands would be massaging his balls but today was without joy for her. Jinx was limp, her eyes looking away from him as she sagged against the settee. No matter, her enjoyment was not a requirement for him. Silco moved his hips back and dragged about six inches out of her mouth before ruthlessly thrusting back in.
Jinx gagged as he sheathed his cock down her throat, the Chem-Baron gripped her head tightly and started to fuck her face. Her eyes closed as he rocked her head back and forth. Tears inked black by the kohl under her eyes streamed down her puffed-out cheeks. A truly pitiful display…...that made him thrust even harder. She coughed around his cock as he mauled her mouth. Jinx tried not to assist but her coughing and gagging were excellent simulation. Silco stared down at the action; he loved seeing his member smeared with her spit and it was started to drool down her chin. The cut on her lip was still open, her blood was dripped down and smeared across his shaft. The sight made him clench his teeth.
‘I bet you’re feeling ready to apologize now.” Jinx’s eyes peeled open at his snide tone. Her pupils narrowed and he felt the edge of her teeth on his sensitive flesh, he tsked-tsked and slammed one palm on the top of her head and moving the other over her face. He grabbed her chin and pulled it down.
“No? Enjoy double-time then.”
He slammed back in, holding her head. Jinx retched and started slapping at his thighs but he ignored her pleas, fucking her face with rapid strokes. Jinx squealed around his cock, her face was red and she was full-on sobbing now, flailing at him. Yes, that’s what he wanted to see. One final thrust that shoved the settee back an inch, then he stopped. Silco, panting like a dog, stepped back. His cock was ripped out of her maw, lines of bloody saliva extending from her lips to his cock. She went limp and he held her up by the hair. Silco looked down at her and smiled.
“I think you’re ready now.”
Jinx looked up at her father, gave him a big bloody smile and nodded. Then she lifted a hand and jammed two fingers down her raw and abused throat.
“BLERG!!!”
A stream of blood, bile, spit and half-digested Jericho’s breakfast special shot out of her mouth and all over his boots. Silco stood there, astonished as Jinx vomited on him. She heaved as hard as she could twice more to make sure it was all out. Jinx spit on the yellow muck covering his feet and then looked back up at him. Her chin and halter were splattered with puke and she chirped at him in a light, happy tone.
“How was that daddy?”
Silco threw back his head and screamed before pulling her up to her feet by her blue locks. Jinx was cackling and laughing, enjoying his outrage. Silco spun her around, howling like a mad beast, ripping her belts open and pulling her purple and black capri pants to her knees. He was muttering obscenities as he bent her over, kicked her legs open wider and lined up his erection with her blue-furred cunt. He was bruised, covered in vomit and had been humiliated by this mad teenager.
He was harder than he had ever been in his life.
Plus; he had to admire her. Jinx tricked him yet again and there was no give in her at all. She was so strong and so ruthless, with him and herself. She was fucking winning this. The older man sank into the tightest, wettest cunt on all of Runeterra and nearly came on the spot. Of course she was sopping wet. The vile, demented temptress. She had always been this way; ever since she first came to him, the moon’s blood that made her a woman still wet on her thighs. Silco never had a chance against this siren. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her as if it would kill her.
The settee shook and Jinx laughed as she grabbed the back and bumped her ass back at him. He screwed the lunatic like a jackhammer and yelled at her.
“Apologize!”
“Fuck you!”
He slapped her tattooed ass cheek three times in quick succession. Jinx squealed and laughed, looking back and sticking her tongue out at him.
“That feels like you’re apologizing to me!”
Silco nearly bit through his lip in rage. He grabbed her cloud-covered arm and twisted it against her shoulder blade. Jinx screamed as he pulled higher. Silco kept pumping as he screamed back.
“APOLOGIZE.” She spat at him.
“FUCK. YOU.” Silco pulled the arm up higher, to the joints limit. Jinx howled like a sump-rat in a trap.
“JINX, I SWEAR TO JANNA I WILL. NOW……APOLOGIZE.”
The blue-haired teenager buried her face in the settee cushion and shrieked one word.
“NEVER”
The ravenous old man’s cock swelled and her cunt gripped him like a lockbox. He thrust into her as deeply as he could while completing the turn of her arm. Jinx’s right shoulder dislocated with a loud ‘POP’.
“AAAAAAAAA…….AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
Their screams co-mingled with their orgasms. Silco arched forward as he filled her pulsating cunt with his seed and Jinx spasmed under him, her loose arm flopping against her side as collapsed against settee unconscious from the pain-pleasure. Silco sagged against her, barely awake himself as he realized through the fog of completion that she still hadn’t apologized.
****
“1…...2……3!”
Jinx gripped the back of the settee with a braid between her teeth as Silco popped her shoulder joint back into its socket. The bluenette’s eyes fluttered like hummingbirds and she bit into her hair as the pain hit. Her boots tapping a delighted rhythm on the floor as it rolled down from her joint. Silco felt along her shoulder, it was back in there; he stood and inclined his head.
“Stay here.”
Jinx nodded as she rotated her arm experimentally. He walked into the adjoining bathroom and fetched a box of moist towelettes from Piltover that he kept under the sink. Silco wiped off his dick and then the vomit off his boots before returning to the office with the box. He moved the coffee back to its original position and sat on it in front of her. He plucked several more wipes from the container and gestured to the sulking girl.
“Lean forward.”
She obeyed and sat there without complaining as he wiped all the puke, blood, spit and smeared makeup off her face. He finished and they stared at each, two people who were equally stubborn and cruel. Eyes that were different yet identical considered each other in silence. Then Jinx leaned forward and give him a single peck on the cheek, right under his ruined eye. She leaned back on the settee, crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the window behind his desk.
Well……looks like he got something of an apology after all.
Détente was the next logical step. Silco tossed the used wipes on the coffee table and fixed his tie before breaking the ice.
“It’s almost dinner time. Shall we go to Jericho’s?”
Jinx squealed, clapped her hands and then broke out in a coughing fit.
“And then to ice cream! You made my Jinx-hole sore Silly!” He stood and moved to the coat rack.
“Where are my cigars?” She followed behind him, skipping in victory.
“Ice cream first!” Silco shrugged on his coat and then looked at her, arching his eyebrow.
“Jinx……” She groaned and threw her hands in the air.
“FINE. I’ll show you where your stupid stink sticks are!”
He nodded and opened the door; she swept past him in a flourish of braids, running her nails over his vest, making him shiver.
“Oh! One more thing! There is this really bitchin’ band called Pentakill coming to the coliseum next month…….”
Silco sighed in defeat and closed the office door behind them.