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“A week?”
“That’s what they said, shop is backed up and they said they prob’ly gotta order parts.”
“Well that’s just fucking fantastic.”
Within an hour or so, Columbia had returned with a bag on each hip and bad news. The only mechanic that would take her car had a waiting period; they wouldn’t even be able to fetch her car until later in the evening. Phone lines still down, possibly until tomorrow since they castle was so far out of the way, Kay was completely stranded for the time being.
Stranded, in limbo between peril and desire. Locked in the unknown as her fate hung in hands of complete strangers.
She was being dramatic again, it happened she was hungry.
As soon as Columbia had updated them on their predicament, Riff Raff had disappeared again with Magenta on his heels. Columbia at least offered some answers, a welcome change from the confusion she’d been tossed into since the confusing conversation in what she could only assume was a laboratory. She’d mulled over her predicament through the Chinese food she’d been gifted, stashing the leftovers in the kitchen she’d priorly wandered into alongside the first round of groceries the refrigerator had probably seen in months.
“You got anyone that’s gonna be worried about ‘cha?”
“That doesn’t sound like you’re planning to murder me at all.”
“Just wouldn’t want you to be like, a missing person or nothing.”
“I mean I have friends I guess, family, but it’s not abnormal for me to turn into a ghost every once in a while.”
“Not really the social type, huh?”
They both turned at the sound of a throat clearing from behind the sofa they had plopped onto, one less gracefully than the other. Columbia simply tilted her head back, red hair flopping across her face comically before she blew it away with a puff. Kay, on the other hand, turned first before forcing herself to look up when she was only met with the front ties of a corset.
Magenta loomed over them both, features unreadable but amused as she pushed off from worn fabric only to leap over it and sit between them. Columbia collapsed into the blonde woman, chin resting against shoulder as she smiled. Scrambling out of the way, Kay hoisted herself up onto the couch arm to avoid being too close to the still near-stranger. What she hadn’t expected was her shoulder ending up pressed against feathers, her instant reaction to move away sending her stomach twisting as she nearly fell back onto the couch. Her mind didn’t have time to keep up with the hand that held her steady or the dark glasses that looked down at her, Magenta tore her attention back in a flourish.
They really knew how to play this game, didn’t they?
“Tonight, is ours! The master will not return until early two sun cycles from now, and I propose we show our new pet a good time in her hour of need.”
“Pet?”
“ ‘genta, I’m one step ahead of ya! I grabbed some toys while I was out earlier, I was hopin’ for a night like this.”
They skipped over her first question entirely, and she hadn’t time to form her second before the voice above her stole it from her throat.
“You assume our guest will consent to partaking in these…activities.”
Magenta and Columbia instantly turned to her, matching expressions in a mildly amusing manner. The latter red-head spoke first, basically crawling into the former blonde’s lap with a giddy grin.
“What’cha say? You alright with a little booze and a little grass? Ya don’t have to take any if you don’t wanna, these two are a little less helter-skelter high so it would be fun regardless.”
“Do not feel terrible for being a spoil-sport.”
She didn’t even need to look at Magenta to hear the goading grin in her voice, she knew the tone far too well from her high-school days. Spoil-sport was a new one though, that hadn’t made the ranks of taunts from her peers in teen years. It was hard to truly think about if she felt comfortable lowering her inhibitions among people she barely knew, she’d shown up at their door step intoxicated, but this was going further than a couple of sips of spiked kool-aid at a college party. They were nice enough, if not a little odd, but the current position of the only male in the room turned her brain to dryer lint at the edges, the cool weight of the hand still keeping her balanced burned through the skin of her shoulder. Her nerves began to take over, fluttering away the fog of that dry ice eating away at her flesh enough for her to finally answer amidst the long silence.
“I don’t think I’ve got much else to lose, why not?”