The Party Don't Stop

Cold feet? How she was such a girl. It was disgusting. To her at least.

As soon as she met eyes with Oki, her veins turned to ice. She was stalemated with him, she could barely make a word. What the fuck was wrong with her? She never imagined she'd be in this situation. Hell, she never imagined she'd bed with anyone for the rest of her life. If only one time, it came to this? Most would think it was a lick of fate, like everything was supposed to be this way. Some kind of miracle. Not for Onyx. This was some silly trick or curse someone slipped into her pocket. And still even with the way Oki treated her, she couldn't think of anything but when he was going to leave. If fate was such a thing, she'd get the short end of the stick. She always did.

Finally letting go of her breath she'd muster, "Wouldn't you be right this time." Had she ever agreed to that statement? Had she ever even acknowledged it? As standoffish as she was, she enjoyed Oki's little banter. She had some banter of her own. But could it be so easy to just let the news out? It was harder with ever passing breath. It would be so much easier to walk away.

"Speech"