Cat: * her eyes were red * I wanna play a game

Cat: I can’t and I will not

Cat: the cat gets her ways * she gets something and puts it on him*

Cat : awww the pup is growing at me I am sooo scared

Cat: no now let me explain this to u have 60 sec to get that out of ur head if not wëłl ü dïë good luck

i cant decide watch me bring both in 😭😭 brain going brbrbrbberrrrrrr-) There was a slam of a heavy door behind him. Valarie's rubber boots clomped on the ground as she walked in silently, holding a Remington ACR in her hands comfortably.

She stopped behind him, standing there for a second before scoffing and hitting his head with the side of the gun roughly, knocking the chair to the ground. She walked over in front of him calmly, crouching down to his level. Her expression was calm but her eyes flickered around his face violently as if she was trying to figure something out. "You," She weay lifted the gun, pointing it near his forehead, "I want you to guess why the hell I've brought you here."

She pressed the gun's tip on his forehead, her gaze narrowing. "I told you to guess." She barred her sharp teeth in a growl.

Her brows furrowed, somewhat sympathizing with his fear and taking the barrel off of his forehead, putting the gun to her side. She sighed, rubbing her temple. "You're here because you've pissed me off. You and the boss really ****in' hit it off and it bothered me. A selfish reason to hold you at gunpoint-which by the way: the gun isn't even loaded-but regardless..." She huffed.

"Don't get *****y or I'll do it again." She sneered back at him, rolling her eyes. "Look, man. I just wanted to tell you that I don't ****in' like you hanging around our boss. I know nothing about you and I'm supposed to be protecting her, for ****'s sake.." Her voice echoed a bit before she cleared her throat. "I want to know more about you because I don't ****in' trust you and even though this gun isn't loaded, next time it could be."

"You're speaking right no- You know what? Fine. Fine! I'll untie you, your highness." She gave his chest a rough kick while she got up, walking to the back of the chair and undoing the restraints.

She paused, somewhat fond of being called that for some odd and unknown reason. She brushed off the thought as quick as it came with another huff. "Whatever. Follow me while you talk. We're going back to my place since I know it's safe there." She picked up the gun and started towards the door.

"So tell me. What's your name again?" She pushed open the door with a grunt. The cool night air rushed inside of the room, revealing they were in a secluded factory near the edge of town. The moonlight highlighted the rust on the door and inside of the building.

"Valerie. Just Val, if that's too confusing for you." She snickered to herself at the condescending comment, getting her keys out of her pocket. "So, James. What do you do for a living?"

"Army? Not threatening at all, hm? I'm only getting more uneasy about you around the boss.. Why'd you leave the army, though?" Her car was parked next to the building as she opened the door for him then walking to her side and letting herself in.

Her lip curled into an uncomfortable frown as she started the car. "That's rough. I won't try and dig more into that since it's probably touchy as **** for you. Trust me, dude, I get it." She let out a shaky huff before backing out and starting down the road. "Anyways, where do you reside? An apartment, your own home, somewhere else?"

She couldn't help but snort, finding it slightly amusing how pefectly it lined up. "How fun. I can only imagine the tension there." She took a few sharp turns, taking them as easy as she could so his head wouldn't bump on anything else and he'd pass out.

She glanced over at him, her content frown turning to a small smile. "I might save interrogating you until later, but one last question. I understand Valentine brought you back to her mansion, so what exactly is your relationship with her? She's hard to read sometimes...I can never tell if she's being friendly or flirty or both towards people. Makes my head hurt.." She muttered the last part, turning down a neighborhood street.

"Mm. Understood. No hard feelings about me hitting you upside the head with my gun though, right?" She pulled into her driveway, using a small button on the dashboard to open the garage.

**** I CANT READ-) She nodded off. "Good to know, I guess. Wish I cared a bit more about it, though." She shrugged, parking the car and stopping it, closing the garage back down. She stuffed her keys in her pocket and opened her side, unbuckling and getting out.

She walked over to a side door, using a separate key to open it, walking in. Her little gun closet was opened, a few loose guns strayed around the floor. "Sorry for the mess." She mumbled, walking over and picking some of them up, hanging them back up in the closet.

She finished cleaning up, closing the closet back up. "You can help yourself to anything but the wine. Asprin is in the cupboard near the fridge." She pointed off past the living area to a small kitchen, sitting herself down on the couch with a sigh.

Her ear twitched, hearing clattering from the kitchen and getting up to investigate, her lip curling into a snarl at what she found. "Put the ****ing wine down! Are you braindead or something?!"

She scoffed, walking over and snagging the wine bottle back. "DON'T OPEN IT! THAT SHIT IS EXPENSIVE! And somehow I was a ****ing brat, god.."

Her ears lowered and cheeks burned hot in anger, jumping for the bottle. "I shouldn't have to be fighting for /my/ wine! Give that back!"

She let out a frustrated growl, stopping and crossing her arms. "If I let you have a few ****ing drinks will you give it back?"

"Such a ****ing pain...You better not get drunk and be one of those angry drunks or else you're gonna be dead before the night's over." She huffed, getting out two wine glasses and placing them on the counter. "Let me pour them. I don't trust you not to spill this expensive shit."

She was about to sneer at him for the little pet name, but kept it to herself, pouring the glasses and handing him one carefully.

She scoffed, taking a few small sips. "****in' animal...Don't you cherish the flavor of the wine or do you just drink to get drunk?"

"Again, I hope you don't break shit because your ass is going to get pummeled if you do." She finished off her glass, pouring herself another.

She grabbed onto his hand holding the glass, pulling it near her so she could pour it herself. "Do you even hold your alcohol well?"

She finished pouring the glass, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Why would you even ask for a glass of wine if you can't even handle it well?! This shit has a pretty high alcohol concentration number too.."

"God, you're a moron...Valentine must've seen something else because jesus christ..." She sighed, taking a few savory drinks of her wine. In all honesty, she wasn't grade A at holding down her alcohol either.

small time skip to when they're both shitfaced)) Valerie let out a soft groan, closing the bottle of wine ghat was almost gone and putting it back on the wine rack. "****,,,why did you talk me into this?"

"Wine glass. Sink. God, I need to rest.." She placed the glass in the sink, wobbling back to the couch where she laid down face flat with another groan.

She briefly glanced back at him, raising a brow. "Hm? You need somethin'..?"

She looked over and sighed, deciding it'd be more comfortable than her couch. She sat down on his lap, leaning into him.

"Mm. You're warm.." She nuzzled him, blushing slightly. "I'm tired but I'm also restless...Eugh,, Know any remedy for that?" She looked up at him curiously.

"James Miller, correct?" Zeke asked ignoring his confusion

"Zeke. Ezekial Fenrir," he held out his hand mockingly, knowing full and well James couldn't shake it if he wanted to, "I take it you don't recognize the name?"

"Good," he noted, "You were in the army, right? A part of [insert troop/camp here]?" He peered down at him, sincerely hoping he didn't get the wrong man, though appearing quite confident.

"a few of your troop members, including an asshat by the name of Carlos Aguira went off the map a short time ago. You know where they could have gone?"

"They haven't contacted you at all?" he asked grumbling a little, needing to find something

"well, great" he huffed glancing off. The looked at the opposite wall which held a chart. It was covered in tacks and string connecting pictures of people and places together. He ripped a string down that connecting a few lines to James. "He isn't exactly the friendly type. I figured he'd make an enemy to someone in that troop.."

Zeke laughed, "You? You ain't 'scary' at all"

Zeke couldn't help laughing more, "I'll bet I've met worse than some grumpy soldier,"

"Yeah not happening" at this point he honestly just wanted to piss him off

To say the least, Zeke was a little confused from being called a brat though he was a full grown man. "Thats the best you've got? pffft!" he laughed

"What did you run out of insults?" he snickered still

Zeke honestly debated it. knowing full and well he'd probably get punched in the face in the least.

"All you're going t do thrashing around like that is faceplant, you idjit," He said, "If I untie you who's to say you won't attack, huh?"

oofsorryIprobablyshouldveexplained) "Nah, I'll wait then," he couldn't help messing with him, "I'll wait until you get a better insult or at least manage to be intimidating, so buckle in, cause that may take a LONG while" he chuckled starting to fiddle with a dagger

Hiya lmao- also bruh ur characters look amazing tho-) "Oh? What you got, army idjit?" Zeke watched him, his stance slowly turning to prepare for a fight, almost unnoticably

"Yeah? And my father was the leader of a pack killed by Carlos and his men," he brushed it off, noticing James shift in position, he stepped forward to circle around the chair, knowing something was up.

(np!)

Zeke followed his glance, looking at the door. He knew the glance was either a hopeful one, or it meant that James knew an escape plan. "Middle of nowhere. Those doors are only accessible by password." he lied

Zeke held his dagger tightly snapping back into focus and circling fully, not seeing anything. "Oddly passive," he noted

"So...If I untied you right now, would you help me find Carlos? I know for a fact he backstabbed a few troop mates, so you've gotta have a grudge right?" he changed the subject watching james' reaction

"Oh but I thought you were supposed to be this big angry soldier," he noticed the could no longer see the knot of the rope.

Zeke kicked the chair over to try to confirm that he was loose, and also to stun him before/if he would go for attack "Whoops"

"knew it," He grumbled kicking the knife up and putting it into a pocket.

Zeke stood still glaring at him as he stood up, gripping his dagger tighter

I'mma have to go sleep lmao we could continue tmr if you want? cya