Thread: Murder She Wrote [Snake x Dysy]

Comfort. She sought comfort. Things she was used to, things she knew. Things aside from murder anyhow. Perhaps I shouldnt have left that note, she mused silently to herself as she headed home. Her home was an apartment building in possibly the worst part of town where hookers tainted the streets with promises of cheap sex sex that Lera was sure she could offer for free, and would still be better, and safer. Unlocking her door, Lera sighed angrily as she slammed her shoulder into the door, forcing the door open damn lock always jammed. Im hooooooome! She called to no one in particular. Lera didnt have someone to come home to, which was probably why she despised that man so much the night before. She saw his wedding ring no wonder his apartment was so clean, no man was that fucking clean unless they had a woman in their life. Though, as Lera eyed her apartment, she smirked she definitely wasnt a man, but she sure kept house like one. The apartment was small, which meant the clutter Lera had already over powered the small space. Porno mags for both males and females alike scattered across the couch, and her tables. There was no rotting food except for in the garbage, and there was never any food in her fridge. Her couch was the only thing she truly liked, and often times Lera opted to sleep on that rather than her own bed. It was a bright red couch, and had a bright contract compared to the bleary apartment. Flopping into the couch, Lera hugged the upholstery close to her face and grinned stupidly. Last night was a good night. Pursing her lips carefully, Lera ground her hips into the couch. She hadnt gotten the good fuck she had wanted the night before, and now she was feeling it. She certainly wasnt a nympho, but she had expectations and when they werent met, she still held them. She didnt change them. When dry humping her couch didnt seem to be enough, Lera pawed blindly at her back pocket and pulled out her phone, flipping through the few contacts she had before deciding on one. Lucy? What? The tired voice resonated from her phone. Lucy, baby wanna help a gal out? Lera purred sweetly into her phone. One moment she was tired, the next moment she was randy Lera was an emotional roller coaster, and could switch at the drop of a hat. That was her normal. Fuck off. I worked late last night. Baby youre being so cold. Leras legs hung off the side of her couch. Cmon, no one takes care of me as well as you do. Was that you? Hm? I think I saw your work. How? I saw you at the bar last night. You had that look in your eyes. You know me too well. Lera smiled lazily her head lolling to the side. It was art Lucy, you have no idea. That bastard deserved it though, had a wife at home. He wore his ring to the bar and everything. Lera justified herself. He was a bastard, he mistreated his wife he at the very least deserved to have his balls shot off. Our fuckin justice system is fucked. Im bringing my own form of justice! Servin it up cold. You dont know a thing about justice Lera. Lucy? Yeah? Shut up, Id rather get drunk than fuck you anyways. And Lera got, very drunk indeed. Because we all know that alcohol just makes you wanna kill a bitch sometimes. XD Also, isn't Lera such a charmer?