KrystalKleo

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Hearing her phone whistle again, she chuckled as she picked it back up. Reading his messages, she couldn't hide the fact that they intrigued her. A good roll in the sheets could be just what she was missing at this moment. The trucks weren't moving until morning so she was pretty sure they couldn't get into much trouble. Reaching one hand down and taking a sip of her beer, she hit the reply button.

:You be driving, I've already dipped into the liquid gold.: She purposefully shoved the chilled beer into her cleavage, after rolling it over the points to make them stand out against the cold. She sent him a photo right after the first message, her lips wrapped around the rim of the bottle.

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Scarlett had parked up to some run-down motel that was barely filling four rooms a night. The kind that ladies of the night tended to bring desperate lovers. A hot shower was what she was craving, opting for sending her lackie out for some McDonald's and beer. A clean shower and a greasy burger got her nice and relaxed. She turned on the ancient television, not surprised that it only had four channels to choose from. The news would have to do for background noise.

Hearing her phone whistle at her, she rolled her eyes and picked it up. :Better time than you I can bet. Five star or cab sleeping it? Why'd no one remind me that Daryl doesn't shut the fuck up?: She sent him with an eye-rolling emoji. She set her phone down beside her and rolled onto her side. Double checking that her defense was under the pillow, she closed her eyes wanting to get on the road early.

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Scarlett wrinkled her nose at his comment about eye candy, tossing her head lightly to the side with the flick. Eye candy... I'll show you eye candy. Her eyes betrayed her thoughts as she looked him over and pausing on the retreating rump that seemed to jiggle just right with each step. As silent as heels could be, she went down the stairs to the loading docks with the trucks.

Turning around, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and barked at the men she'd be traveling with. "You heard him! Do not bumper hump and swap out!" Grabbing the door handle of the truck, she pulled herself up into the driver's seat. A quick check to make sure her desperate feminines were stocked and that her pocket pistol was conveniently hidden below them. She didn't trust any of these men she was riding with. Her loud mouth and take no bullshit attitude earned herself enough fear amongst them to be respected, but there were the odd acting out that she had to prepare for.

Firing up the truck, she revved it a couple of times missing her bike. CIA wouldn't let her have it on the case, saying it wasn't believable that a woman would ride a Harley. Women don't ride Harley's my ass. I'll show you where to shove that Harley. Her mind drifted for a few moments until the passenger side door slammed shut as her co-pilot decided to join her.

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Scarlett rolled her eyes as she pushed herself to her feet. She walked slowly over to him, her thin heels clicking on the floor as she moved. "Feds can never catch us, you have enough smarts to stay ahead of all of them. Feds, terrorists, all of them." She traced her finger along his jaw line.

Watching him head to the door, she rolled her eyes. "One of us has to ride with the lackies so they don't get lost or drive right into their arms." She pulled her hair over one shoulder as she went to follow after him. "Just don't kill anyone."

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*poke poke*

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roar?

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Scarlett Rose
Age: April 14th 1996 (God now I feel old!)
(More updates to come)

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Sitting in the corner of his office, Scarlett Rose sat in her usual black leather pants and her leather coat. She had her black hair curled around her shoulders as she looked at him rather curiously. "You know, that chair may be the only worth a dime in this office." She spoke to him with a smirking softly, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward. Her blood-red tank top showing a clear view down her shirt.

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KrystalGamez#0980

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Ooh sounds like it could be fun. I'm on discord too.