Fight Club [Invite]

You Looking for someone to Rock Your World~?

“Well… Least the fucker can do is buy me a new one, right?” Shrugging and deciding that the damage done to her delightful self and her ensemble was worth a little act of theft, Miss Murasaki winced a little as she stooped back down to the fool of a foe she had felled and began to intrude rather heavily upon his person, showing that she was a little lacking when it came to the matter of scruples as she searched for some kind of crafty compensation for the damage her wonderful wardrobe had suffered in the battle.
“Scooooore, this should buy me something nice…!” Fishing through several items that were not so savoury and even pocketing a little baggy of something that looked herbal and soothing before finally coming upon a nice wad of bills which were held together with a money clip, the black beauty beamed as she held her find up like a child who had won a prize from the fair, and then chuckled to herself as she began to thumb through the notes to see how much loot she had scored from the battle.

“Sooooooooo…” It seeming to the steely siren that the man next to her had other ideas in mind for his reward for the raucous chaos that the duo had wrought upon this group of would-be gangsters, even though Nikki was usually quite forward and wouldn’t have minded the idea of resuming what they had been doing before the blast from captain blindside, she couldn’t help but feel amused by the idea of acting coy as she repeated the verbal hook that her feline fella offered and waited for him to lead the conversation in that direction simply for the pleasure of watching him squirm.
“Hahahahah, shit those explosions probably got some attention right? Bet the cops’ll be crawling all over the place in a few? Better haul ass, buddy” Unfortunately the sound of something screaming in the distance catching her ear before she had much of a chance to indulge any little act to follow up on the moment she had found herself in the arms of the potent panther, she shook her head for a second and even with her back still stinging made her way toward the door she had just come through, before cocking her head toward the guy behind her to make sure he was following her before running off into the night, burned, bruised but feeling hella good about herself all things considered…

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