Bite Me
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Livy lifted her head, looked him in the eyes. Help for what?
Vic shook his head. Nothing.
By the way, my mother says youre a bad influence on me.
Me? What did I do?
Nothing. But because I didnt track down Chumakov and rip his balls off when he was in town to pick up Mellys painting, she thinks Ive gone soft.
Livy suddenly snapped her head around to glower at the tigress standing a few feet away, impatiently tapping one foot and glaring at Livy. Im on break! Livy bellowed.
For as much as were paying you, skank, you could at least get off your ass and do your goddamn job!
You arent paying me shit. And if you come at me one more time, Im going to rip the eyes out of your fucking head!
Blayne suddenly skated up to Cellas wedding planning mother and took her arm. Come on, Barb!
But, Blayne, shes taking advantage of you!
Theres a problem with the chocolate room! And you know what will happen if the wild dogs dont get their chocolate! I need you!
Fine! She pointed a finger at Livy. Youve got ten minutes, and then you better get out there and do your goddamn job!
Livy gave the older woman two middle fingers and added, Eat me!
After Blayne and the wedding planner moved away, Livy focusedon Vic again and calmly asked, What was I talking about?
How youre going soft.
Right. So I just thought I should warn you that you have my mother very concerned.
Should I say something to her?
No. I like that shes tormented. Let her marinate in that for a while. Maybe until her death.
Okay, then. Although, you know going soft is a risk when you fall in love.
Really? Ive always thought of love as rage-inducing.
Vic laughed, kissed Livys forehead. Of course you do.
Its a good thing, though, youre very calm.
It is?
Sure. It would be bad if both of us were easily angered.
Especially because youd take me in a fight.
Exactly. And then youd feel nothing but shame.
Vic wrapped his arms around Livy, held her tight. For you, Livy . . . Id endure the shame.
Thats good, she said, nuzzling his jaw. Because we both know my family will always be there to induce it.
Aw, Livy . . . so will mine. But well be able to suffer the shame together.
Always you with the romance, Barinov, she joked. Always you with the romance.
Vic shook his head. Nothing.
By the way, my mother says youre a bad influence on me.
Me? What did I do?
Nothing. But because I didnt track down Chumakov and rip his balls off when he was in town to pick up Mellys painting, she thinks Ive gone soft.
Livy suddenly snapped her head around to glower at the tigress standing a few feet away, impatiently tapping one foot and glaring at Livy. Im on break! Livy bellowed.
For as much as were paying you, skank, you could at least get off your ass and do your goddamn job!
You arent paying me shit. And if you come at me one more time, Im going to rip the eyes out of your fucking head!
Blayne suddenly skated up to Cellas wedding planning mother and took her arm. Come on, Barb!
But, Blayne, shes taking advantage of you!
Theres a problem with the chocolate room! And you know what will happen if the wild dogs dont get their chocolate! I need you!
Fine! She pointed a finger at Livy. Youve got ten minutes, and then you better get out there and do your goddamn job!
Livy gave the older woman two middle fingers and added, Eat me!
After Blayne and the wedding planner moved away, Livy focusedon Vic again and calmly asked, What was I talking about?
How youre going soft.
Right. So I just thought I should warn you that you have my mother very concerned.
Should I say something to her?
No. I like that shes tormented. Let her marinate in that for a while. Maybe until her death.
Okay, then. Although, you know going soft is a risk when you fall in love.
Really? Ive always thought of love as rage-inducing.
Vic laughed, kissed Livys forehead. Of course you do.
Its a good thing, though, youre very calm.
It is?
Sure. It would be bad if both of us were easily angered.
Especially because youd take me in a fight.
Exactly. And then youd feel nothing but shame.
Vic wrapped his arms around Livy, held her tight. For you, Livy . . . Id endure the shame.
Thats good, she said, nuzzling his jaw. Because we both know my family will always be there to induce it.
Aw, Livy . . . so will mine. But well be able to suffer the shame together.
Always you with the romance, Barinov, she joked. Always you with the romance.
