CJ stared a little blankly at Nocturne as he told her his – their – plans, and lifted an eyebrow as he skated away from her, wondering what exactly had just happened and why she was letting him rope her into it. Well, that at least was easy to answer: hot chocolate. With marshmallows. On his dime. She smiled slightly and followed leisurely around the outskirt of the frozen rink, being careful not to be ploughed into by any of the yelling, screaming, and excitable kids. CJ didn’t really have anything against kids, except maybe jealousy that she’d been denied such a happy youth.
When Nocturne returned, with his boots on and his skates off, she shifted her bags to the other hand and fell into step with him, looking up with a slight frown when he asked his questions. Her expression changed to one of mischief, however, and she said with a slight smirk, “Sex,” just loud enough for a couple of mothers nearby to give her dirty scowls. She ignored them, but didn’t elaborate on whether it was watching or participating that she liked about her answer. Her mischievous expression changing to one of delight when they got close enough to smell the chocolate, and CJ sighed in ecstasy.
“I want one large hot cocoa with extra marshmallows,” she said, stepping forward and placing her order before Nocturne could, then stepping back and letting him put his order in, making it clear to the attendant that he was the one she should be looking at for payment. CJ smiled sweetly at the back of Nocturne’s head; it was his fault; he’d invited her along without asking her if she wanted to come! But she was finding it kind of amusing that their last interaction had also occurred with him buying her a treat, even if it was several months ago. She wondered idly what he did when he wasn’t goofing off, but didn’t ask as she excitedly took her cup of cocoa and took a deep breath in, closing her eyes and holding the cup close.
“Thank you,” she said softly, before taking a sip and finding it to be as heavenly as it smelled. “I haven’t had cocoa in years.” There were too many other things more important to spend her limited income on. Especially when most of that income went towards her addiction to V; yes, Mal occassionally let her pay in sex, but she had a feeling he paid for what she took out of his own pocket. It wouldn’t surprise her, and it wasn’t like whomever he got his supply from wouldn’t know if he wasn’t bringing in the right amount of dough. Either that or he over charged other addicts to make ends meet. She’d never asked, and probably never would.
“What about you?” She asked, when they were seated on a bench not far away from the pop-up stand, cocoa still protectively in hand, though her bags were sprawled at her feet. “Anything you like to watch? Enjoy participating in?” Her mischievous grin was back.
When Nocturne returned, with his boots on and his skates off, she shifted her bags to the other hand and fell into step with him, looking up with a slight frown when he asked his questions. Her expression changed to one of mischief, however, and she said with a slight smirk, “Sex,” just loud enough for a couple of mothers nearby to give her dirty scowls. She ignored them, but didn’t elaborate on whether it was watching or participating that she liked about her answer. Her mischievous expression changing to one of delight when they got close enough to smell the chocolate, and CJ sighed in ecstasy.
“I want one large hot cocoa with extra marshmallows,” she said, stepping forward and placing her order before Nocturne could, then stepping back and letting him put his order in, making it clear to the attendant that he was the one she should be looking at for payment. CJ smiled sweetly at the back of Nocturne’s head; it was his fault; he’d invited her along without asking her if she wanted to come! But she was finding it kind of amusing that their last interaction had also occurred with him buying her a treat, even if it was several months ago. She wondered idly what he did when he wasn’t goofing off, but didn’t ask as she excitedly took her cup of cocoa and took a deep breath in, closing her eyes and holding the cup close.
“Thank you,” she said softly, before taking a sip and finding it to be as heavenly as it smelled. “I haven’t had cocoa in years.” There were too many other things more important to spend her limited income on. Especially when most of that income went towards her addiction to V; yes, Mal occassionally let her pay in sex, but she had a feeling he paid for what she took out of his own pocket. It wouldn’t surprise her, and it wasn’t like whomever he got his supply from wouldn’t know if he wasn’t bringing in the right amount of dough. Either that or he over charged other addicts to make ends meet. She’d never asked, and probably never would.
“What about you?” She asked, when they were seated on a bench not far away from the pop-up stand, cocoa still protectively in hand, though her bags were sprawled at her feet. “Anything you like to watch? Enjoy participating in?” Her mischievous grin was back.
