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[color=yellow][b]Location:[/b][/color] Vex's Apartment 
[color=yellow][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dusk
[color=yellow][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@JJ Doe] Z
[color=yellow][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] None

The sound of keys fumbling at the lock echoed in the hall. A muffled curse followed a woman’s voice, low and frustrated.

Thunk.

A heavy thud rattled the door as a body leaned against it, trying to force it open. [color=yellow]“Come on…”[/color] she muttered under her breath, another metallic jangle of keys.[color=yellow] “Piece of shit…” [/color]

Suddenly, the door burst inward with a groaning creak, nearly throwing the woman off balance. She half-stumbled, catching herself with a boot scuff against the floor, a triumphant grin curling at the corner of her lips.

[color=yellow]“Shit.”[/color] She cursed again, yanking the stubborn key free and tossing it onto the nearest table with a loud clatter.

She stepped fully inside, cigarette clinging between her lips, a six-pack of beer tucked under one arm. Her low-rise jeans clung to her hips, ripped at the knees and thighs; the combat boots thudded with authority as she kicked the door shut behind her. Her leather jacket creaked with each movement, open just enough to reveal the black crop top beneath, a sliver of tattoo ink peeking along her ribs. Tousled hair fell over her shoulders in wild, windswept waves, her aviators slipping halfway down her nose.

She didn’t notice him at first, humming under her breath as she set the beer down on the kitchen counter. One hand flicked the cigarette to the side to ash it, the other shoved the sunglasses up to perch atop her head.

Then she turned—and froze.

A slow smirk unfurled across her face as her yellow eyes landed on Zachariah, still pale and trembling in the bathroom doorway, his lips parted, canine tooth glinting faintly under the harsh light.

[color=yellow]“Well, well, look who finally decided to wake up,”[/color] Vex drawled, voice honeyed with a sultry, teasing lilt. She sauntered closer, hips swaying, smoky eyes appraising him from head to toe like he was both a curiosity and a challenge.

[color=yellow]“Feeling a little… bitey, are we?”[/color] she purred, stopping a few feet away and leaning her weight into one hip. She popped the cigarette from her lips and exhaled a curl of smoke toward the ceiling. [color=yellow]“Thirst hit you hard, huh? Almost cracked open the mini-bar?”[/color]

Her gaze flicked toward the fridge, then back to him, amusement twinkling in her dark eyes.

[color=yellow]“Relax, pretty boy. First taste is always the worst.”[/color] She stepped closer, close enough for him to catch the mingled scent of leather, cigarettes, and lingering road dust. [color=yellow]“You’ll learn. Or you’ll lose your damn mind. Either way… gonna be fun watching.”[/color]

She gave him a slow wink, then turned on her heel, sauntering back toward the kitchen. With a casual yank, she ripped two beers from the plastic rings of the six-pack and popped the caps off with the edge of the counter.

She held one out toward him over her shoulder, flashing another playful smirk.

[color=yellow]“Beer?”[/color] she offered, eyebrow arching. [/color]