Bastard
Reaver x OC

A/N: what is this IDE... Drabble based around the word bastard. :I Ide...


She tied up her orange-red hair in a loose pony, and quickly got dressed before her 'business partner' had a chance to return to the room. After a certain deal they just made, she'd rather not deal with him at that moment; especially with her lingering hangover headache. She sighed slightly she couldn't find her other boot.

"Where do you think you are going? You little sneak." She turned to see her 'partner', clad in his birthday suit, holding a glass of wine in one hand and her 'missing' boot in the other. She flustered out of frustration.

"You really are quite the coy bastard Reaver. Besides my money, there is no real reason to stay here." She glared at him; waiting for the perfect opportunity to take her boot back. "On the contrary. Believe we both could use more fun. You more so than me." He paused. "I invited some of my 'friends' to the mansion. Do stay." He smirked.

"I'd rather not. As tempting as you are, your friends hold no interest for me." She looked away, sighing.

"So, you'll stay just for me? That's thoughtful." He smirked.