KrystalKleo

(Free-Casual) I have hot cocoa and cookies! (Mature) (Ignore post count)

Really wishing for some distraction atm.

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She found them a hotel that had rooms with smaller kitchens. More expensive then just a room with a bed in it. She called ahead to reserve the room, reaching over to grab one of the stolen credit cards to reserve it. They were smart enough to pay cash, but the cards were used for reasons like this. Putting the card back, she kept her eyes outside the passenger side window.

Pulling up to the hotel, she got out of the truck and stretched her back out. "I need to stretch out my muscles before I drive again. Besides, there's a car I saw parked on the outskirts of the lot that I was looking at test driving to get us groceries. Have to ensure the owner is occupied enough to not notice its disappearance for a short while." Of course she wasn't actually going to steal it, but she did need to meet up with her handler to get her supplies back.

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Scarlett took a bite of her sandwich as he spoke, looking up at him. A frown came across her face at his questions. "My cooking skills are well enough thank you very much. You don't stay with me between jobs, so you'd not see me cook meals. You want a good homecooked meal, grab some groceries and make sure the next room we have has a kitchen in it, and I'll cook you a meal so fine you'll be drooling for weeks over it." She told him after swallowing her food. Her tone was one of distaste, of defense, and even a little hurt. She even turned herself around to look out the window.

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Scarlett headed inside to get the supplies. She'd have to get her pistol from her handler once they reached the bigger city. She was actually quite upset with her that she had left that go bag in her truck. Everything was gone, she literally had nothing. Her feminine products, her gun, clothing, even her snacks were all now 'evidence' in the case.

She grabbed them some food as well as some junk food. Tossing some of her needed products into the bag, expecting a visit from mother nature in the next couple of days. She headed back over to the truck and tossed the bag in. "Grabbed you some condoms, just in case you keep insisting on the booty calls." She adjusted the baggy pants but not getting them any more comfortable. She jumped up and got into the truck before digging around in the bag. "Turkey bacon or club?" She asked him curiously.

(Free-Casual) I have hot cocoa and cookies! (Mature) (Ignore post count)

Helloooo? *watches tumble weeds*

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Mew?

(Free-Casual) I have hot cocoa and cookies! (Mature) (Ignore post count)

*dances around with some ribbon*

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Scarlett wasn't impressed to be wearing a pair of baggy jeans, they didn't accentuate anything she had to offer. Instead of complaining though, she simply put them on and tugged her tanktop down. She thanked God that she had a firm pair of globes so a bra wasn't necessary. Once in the truck, she got herself comfortable and began working on her hair. Being the passenger wasn't as much fun as it sounds. She managed to get three thin braids in her hair before the reporter was speaking. Her eyes got wide and she sat up listening.

"He killed them? They killed him? Oh fuck, I could have been dead. That should have been me Eddie, I was the one driving that truck." She was pale, the realization of how close she came hitting her. She expected something to go down, but there was a ton of collateral victims in shootouts.

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Scarlett smiled softly as she pressed herself up against him. Soft moans and content sighs came from her lips until she heard the phone ringing. She remained silent as she listened to the conversation. She couldn't hear Daryl's end but she could figure out what the man was talking about. Part of her wanted to test how cool this man could be when giving orders and distracted. Her hand slowly moved below the blanket, looking up into his eyes. "I have no clue how they tracked it. It was swept and checked before we left the base. The truck was only left alone when I was in the room." She whispered to him, working on her mischievous task. "I did send Daryl out for dinner and beer while I showered." She offered him curiously.

"You saved my ass, I could be in a small room right now or runnin for my life. Maybe I should find a way to thank you." She spoke, an innocent look on her face.

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Scarlett dropped the location for him before going to check on Daryl in his room. Faint snores were coming from it so she trusted it to be safe enough for her next plan. Unknowing how long she had, she scurried down to the truck and began looking through her travel bag. Where the.. where is it? Finding what she was looking for was a tad difficult but she managed to get it under her fingertips.

Turning it on and hearing it beep once to show it's active, she slipped around to the front. The back bumper was usually checked for devices such as these, but not the front. Thank god for tiny hands! Her hand slipped between the truck and the front bumper. She secured the tracker inside it, checking to make sure the blinking red light wasn't visible in even a reflection.

A quick look side to side, she couldn't see the other truck and took off back to her room. She quite literally just reached her door when he messaged her about coming down. "For fu.. I was.. " She muttered to herself before ensuring everything was locked up and she headed back down to meet him. "Maybe it's not the charm I couldn't resist." She smirked, spreading her legs just a little for him.