Tallis Black was curled up on the couch when Kaci entered the house. Her dirty blonde hair looked like a birds nest, and it was painfully obvious that she had put her clothes back on in a hurry. "Did you enjoy getting laid?"

"W-what?" Kaci froze at Tallis' words, praying that her brother was far, far away. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Tallis. It's really good to see you, though!" Maybe kissing her ass would make this all go away.

"Kissing my ass isn't going to make this all go away, Kaci. You and Solo are playing with fire and you're both going to get burned." To punctuate her sentence, Tallis snorted another line. God. The drugs weren't nearly as good in Cherokee City. "Jeremy is going to find out at some point, and it's going to ruin his friendship with Solo. You're secret is safe with me, but when you're the reason Jeremy hates Solo 'cause he knocked you up...just know you won't get any sympathy from me."

"You've always been a real bitch, Tallis, you know that?"

"Yep."

~A few hours later~

Tillman was loud enough to wake the dead, but luckily Tallis was still awake. She was wearing one of Jeremy's oversized t-shirts, her thick, wet hair pulled into a messy bun. "You look like shit." She nodded towards a chair, "Take a seat so I can patch you up." The President's daughter inspected his wounds, clicking her tongue like a displeased mother hen. Most of these would scar, but she had always liked her men heavily scarred and tattooed. 

Kaci stumbled down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hands. "Jeremy, is that you?" Without her contacts in he was nothing more that a skin colored blob. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"He's fine, Kaci. I'm taking care of him. Go back to bed, okay?" To Tallis' surprise, Jeremy's sister simply grumbled and 'okay' before heading back up the stairs; usually she would have put up one hell of a fight. "Well that was easy," She pushed herself out of her chair as she spoke, working her way around the kitchen to grab supplies. Needle and thread. Peroxide. Paper towels. Whiskey. Cocaine. Just the needed when sewing up your former lover's battle wounds. "How you feeling, big boy?" It was best to ask him questions and keep him talking as she cleaned the wounds out with peroxide.