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Chapter 5: (Sh)It Follows
"I hope not," Lance said, reaching for his pocket knife...
Hand accidentially brushing against Tina's behind as he did.
"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to get my knife."
"Well, you watch where you put those...ooooh..."
That was...unexpected, his hand brushing somewhere along the small of her back.
"Jesus," shaking her head to clear it, she peered through a gap in the net, "See that little shiny thing on the ground?"
***
Theodora, by now quite used to Leslie's righteous tirades, had just begun to drift off as the girl was talking...
Until one, last chance statement caught her attention.
"Another man?" she asked, "How...how do you know another man is dead?"
If Leslie had indeed been chased from here during the blackout, and had only returned now, she'd have had no way of knowing what had happened to Howard.
...right?
-Tina and Theodora
"Thank you." Emma pivoted on her feet and made her way to sneak out under the chaos that witch Leslie was causing. She could do no good cooped up in here with all these soft, benign people. She had to prepare herself.
She had to train.
***
Leslie, for once in her days of arguing with others, was at a loss for words, taken off-guard by the question. "I...I walked past the bus on my way back. I saw the blood. I only assumed..." She realized she didn't need to explain this and changed the topic. "Look, can you just get me fixed up? We're wasting time..."
-Emma and Leslie
"You can see Dr. Hendricks about your arms," began Teague, "...After you turn out your pockets."
Lance looked at the ground, hands accidentally touching Tina's sides as he repositioned himself, "What is it?"
"Either a shiny stick..." began Tina, "Or your knife. Damn thing musta fallen out of your pocket."
"Alright. Excuse me," he begn wiggling to be able to reach the folding boxcutter...rubbing against Tina more by mistake.
"Alright, I think I...got it!"
"Could you stop your jostling, for Christ's sake? That thing's gotta be five feet down, you'll kill us both before you..."
The net went swinging wildly back and forth, banging the both of them, with little dignity between two trees like a particularly macabre punching bag. Tina attempted to disentangle herself, only to find her knee dug sharply into Smoke's abdomen, and her face in the crook off his neck.
"Well..." she smacked her lips which, suddenly, had got very dry, "...this is a.."
Very long silence.
"...fine kettle."
Still more silence.
"Of fish."
Tracy looked at her phone, sighing a moment.
'Of course not, people are playing junior detective and trying to find out if its one of us in here.'
'I would rather be away from all of this, anyone to draw out?'
She sent it, than erased the messages once more.
-Tracy
"Ugh!" groaned Lance as her knee went into his abdomen...
But at the feeling of Tina's face took the discomfort away.
"It looks like we're stuck here, aren't we?"
He scooted himself upwards, getting into a sitting position...and feeling a certain growth between his legs.
"Oops."
'Ask a question like that and you must already have someone in mind...'
***
"I...uh...I don't suppose you've got another knife in your pocket, huh?" Tina asked hoarsely, "Or...er...one of 'em vapers?"
She blinked, "A...big vaper."
"Not really," Lance hoped she couldn't see his blush, " I guess with all the rubbing I...I couldn't help myself."
God, this was so awkward.
'Of course I do, Leslie Ardon.'
Tracy sent her reply swiftly.
-Tracy
"Oh, sure, sure..." Tina muttered, attempting to turn away and finding that such things were impossible in her current predicament.
"You know, from this angle, you almost look like somebody."
'In more enlightened times, people learned their enemies names before they killed them...'
'Stand by.'
'Understood. Standing by.'
"Oh really?" asked Lance.
"...Really," and Tina kissed him before she could tell herself not to, before she could tell herself what a fucked up stupid thing it was to do, before she could tell herself anything in the way of substance, she practically crashed her lips against him with such force that it might even have hurt him, but she didn't care.
She didn't care about very much at all anymore...and why, after all, should she let herself feel some type of way about this?
As her own niece was so deft with pointing out already... They were all on short time as it was.
Lance was taken aback by Tina's actions, but soon found himself kissing her back pasionately.
His hands went to her hips, and gave them a firm squeeze, pressing her against him hard.
"Are you sure?" he asked between kisses.
"Sure?" Tina barked, "I'm lucky if I remember this tomorrow."
She grabbed him by the shirt, tugging him down on her so the net strained against the limbs, "You'd be luckier."
Lance immediately started unbuckling his belt, and pulled them down.
"Do you help with yours?"
"I've been getting out of my clothes since before you was..."
Tina stopped herself, realizing that did nothing for the move.
"Consider me naked."
Her tunic top vanished between the slits of the net, and those chemise pants might as well have been a distant dream already...she didn't think Smoke realized what a pliable pelvis he had on him.
"You know, if we're lucky, the whole damn thing comes crashing down long before ol' Ghostie turns up?"
"Maybe it'll crash on him, and we'll be heroes," Lance joked, kissing Tina's neck deeply, squeezing her butt.
He pulled up and said, "I don't have a rubber. Is that ok?"
"You think you're the first john's told me that? You should be afraid for yourself. Fuck, what does it matter, we're probably gonna be skewered in ten minutes."
She wrapped one leg neatly over his back, "You think you can last that long?"
"Not even close to my record," Lance bragged, leaning forward to kiss her again, leading her hand to his butt.
"Oh, you men are all the same..." Tina rasped, tightening her legs, vice-like, around his middle.
"Braggers to the end."
"Don't you forget it," said Smoke as he entered her, kissing Tina deeply, hand on the back of her head.
Leslie's eyes darted between the two leaders of the school, starting sweat nervously. There was no way she came out of this looking good.
What's new?
One thing was new from the usual public outburst: the knife she pulled out of her pocket, the very same knife that killed her best friend.
"I can explain."
Teague's eyes widened and said, "Explain. Now."
"It's the murder weapon, OK?" Leslie snapped, clutching the handle of the knife with some Fitz's handkerchief. "The one that was used to kill Micah! I told Sanchez and Fitz to bring it over here but since then, you guys haven't done a damn thing with it! I was looking for it so I can dust it for prints. When I found it in the kitchen of all places, the lights went out and I had to run. It's not mine!" She growled, urging them to believe to her.