Our muses' are drunk and making bad decisions leave a ❋ in my askbox for our muses' to share a stupid, drunken kiss

         Bri just sneered at Jack, a visible line of liquid trailing from her lips and down her chin as Jack viciously yanked her head back away from the bottle to drink. Jack hated her stupid fucking smile, that smile that haunted her and played little miss. badass, encouraging her to kill without a reason. The heavily tattooed Convict had to admit, this psycho bitch gave her warm feelings in her guts. Maybe it was the alcohol talking that made Jack do this, maybe not. She just knew at this very moment Bri had to pay for all her taunting. Strutting around teasing Jack, dammit. It wasn’t fair, Jack could have lusted after anyone but it had to be her.

With her fingers still in Bri’s hair Jack leaned in, eyes kept open as she hovered her lips over the Commander’s, inhaling as she hissed. 

“One, two, Jackie’s coming for you.”

Three and four wasn’t necessary, seeing how Jack had already shut herself up by kissing Bri hungrily.