Why, when…oh god.
Glancing at Constanza, Zandra chewed on her bottom lip as a wave of heat flooded through her. Both of her thighs clenched together as her fingers played with the seat that she was currently sitting on. She turned her gaze away as soon as Constanza looked her way and she instead focused on the wall near her.
Recently, Zandra had learned with Constanza and Odessa that the two were sisters. It had taken some time, but the drama eventually faded away. One thing was certain though. Zandra felt like she was one fucked up person. Especially considering how often she had daydreamed about having both Constanza and Odessa. At the same time.
You’re a terrible person, Zandra.
You must run from him.
It was that time again, that time where she had to leave those feelings behind and pretend that they didn’t exist. Pretend that she could not feel such things towards a man.
Feeling such emotions towards a woman rarely frightened Zandra as she always felt in control and she just trusted women more than she did men when it came to dealing with her feelings.
Staring at John with wide eyes as the rim of his glass touched his lips, Zandra licked her own before she turned her eyes downward as she began to stand from her chair.
"I have to go," she said, grabbing her rucksack and fixing the straps over her shoulder as she spoke, Zandra looked at him.
"I have a lot of…important things to do. Things that can’t wait.”
[[I want to make this as humorous as possible.]]
"I think these kinds of situations are everywhere", Cerus smiled back thoughtfully. "All through history, it’s always been the same thing, I’d imagine; but you might say I have some…familiarity with this sort of thing", he sighed. He’d had to deal with plenty of factions in Babylon and not all could be handled with diplomacy. "And it’s true…some people can’t leave well enough alone, no", he sighed dismally.
He raised an eyebrow at Zandra’s drawing her gun and looking around furtively for a few long moments, before putting it away again. He glanced around, as well; there was nothing odd that he could see or hear at the moment, at least. “Expecting trouble?”he asked the woman smoothly.
"Yeah, I swore I heard something but chances are it’s just me being paranoid," Zandra shrugged before she shoved her hands into her pockets and continued to walk along.
"See that’s why my people are going to be just fine, even after this war going on between the NCR and Legion no matter who wins. Or at least that’s why I came out here…to learn about them so I can share the information with them..and well to sate my own curiosity," she waved her hand.
"We can’t go on not knowing nothing about nothing, however, knowing about all of that will allow us to better defend our keep. Of course the fact that we don’t want to take over everything will keep us from digging ourselves into a hole by trying to stretch our persons and resources too far and so on."
Trey was surprised as he heard the voice. He looked over, his feet not touching the ground still. He saw probably the closest thing you could see as a Calvary or anyone with a shred of chivalry in the entire school. “Oh uh… h-hey Zandra….”
One of the other football players stepped between the leader and Zandra. “Maybe…. but we wouldn’t like to mess up such a pretty face, darling.” The second one walked up as well. “Yeah.. so why don’t you just run along firecracker before we have to make your own little head go ‘boom’.” Admittadly the Behemoths were big and tall but they weren’t all that bright. They had a reputation of having a small vocabulary the size of a bottle cap.
The third one spoke up as well. “Better do as we say little miss, this has nothing to do with you.” He sneered in Trey’s face.
"It’s my business," Zandra snapped as she straightened her back. Her eyes narrowed when she heard them refer to her as being a little miss. Goddammit she was the most awesome and bad ass person in this school and she was going to prove it by smacking down these stupid fucks!
"Also you’re my bitches, you’re supposed to do what I say you stupid idiots!"
"Well, I’m trying! I can only run so fast you know! Keep in mind I’m carrying fucking three hungered and twenty pounds of random crap."
"Why is this meat talking to me?" Zandra asked as she eyed the Gecko Steak she had just cooked. Pushing the slab of meat away with a disturbed expression she shuddered, "I really should stop trying to cook."
"Okay, fine," Zandra drops a handful of dirt in the male’s hand, "it’s my special dirt…treat it gently."
Sent: “Oh, yeah. Right there!”
Answer: “…The couch looks perfect there. Thanks for helping me move!”