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Re: Catnips Odd Trip
« Reply #60 on: April 14, 2018, 06:37:48 am »
The day after, everyone was given the day off. "A day of respect, stay home." The reality of it was that the city watch needed to investigate. The city watch, and several beaurocrats from the council. Tobin was a respected man, a man with friends in a couple high places here and there, though most of those places were unoccupied now since the slaughter at Kings Court.

That morning Catnip spent in the market indulging in petty theft. She had a knack for it, it turned out. Not a great talent, but she got away with it more often than not. So far she'd been caught four times. Four times in which punishment had been delivered forthwith, and Pinky not informed. It was only a matter of time until she figured out what King's big mistake was out there doing though. After the morning, as noon and hunger hit, Catnip went back to her room at Pinky's. There she would pray, plan, and lie in the dark wait for sleep. Today was different though.

As she entered the foyer, smelling the smells and hearing the sounds of Pinky's Pleasure Palace, there arose a scuffle in the wait area.

"Catnip!"

"I told you fucker, she doesn't take clients!"

"Fuck off me! Yo, rat!"

Several workers and patrons swiveled their heads to see who would use a slur like "rat" under Pinky's roof, and the scuffle with security that would surely follow. It was Patrick. Catnip grimaced. Of all the places she had to see him outside of work, didn't it just have to be here.

"What do you want?" Catnip hissed, putting that extra bit of vitriol into the way she said it and not breaking her stride. Patrick broke away from Minx who was dutifully trying to keep him away from Catnip and not doing such a good job.

"Wanna talk, but not here. Too many people to hear."

"Yeah. No. Maybe you should-"

"Your different from the others, got sight these grey's don't got. Me too in fact. You ran for the tower and no one else did, why?"

"What does it matter?"

"Maybe get this sorted, get a reward. Maybe buy your scraggy ass out of that collar. Can't talk about it here rat."

Catnip hesitated and considered. She would certainly love to be free again to pursue her road home. But that took capital and in Pricetown, barter just wasn't going to cut it.

"Alright, fine. We talk, then you go."

"Sure, sure." He said. Catnip didn't like the look on his face when he said it though. She decided to take comfort in the fact that she saw Minx in the corner of her eye, heading up to Pinky's office and shooting glances her way. She sighed, and led the way.
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