you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Seeing his reaction, Vesper couldn’t help but do it again. Bruising her tongue across his chin, dangerously close to his muzzle. She was grinning wickedly by the time she was done. Apparently a Vesper on alcohol was just as much trouble (if not more) than a sober one. She wanted… She wanted control. Even with all her feelings fuzzy, she wanted to take the lead on something. Perhaps it wouldn’t really be a surprise that the things she wanted to control was the very thing she had had the least control over all her life.

“I don’t know.” She said truthfully. “Guess if I did, I was never told it.” She needed a question… she looked up at Wilder, and grinned. “Who’s your favourite person in the Armada, if you had to pick one?” Her words were slurring massively by now.


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