Ugh. So, I had this idea. I wrote out a couple lines to begin it... and then I left it open on Microsoft Word for a good two weeks. Yeah.
So, I did what any sensible person would do. I finished it. Quickly.
Good Riddance.
I don't imagine there to be any chemistry between Blados and Chalis. If there is something going on between them, it would be built purely on sex and mutual dislike.
I imagine Blados to be an incredibly angry misogynist. I imagine Chalis to be a very beautiful woman who has some very 'unladylike' tendencies.
Blados liked women. He liked them very much. He also liked getting into fights, blackjack, and scrambled eggs.
Blados hated women. He also hated children, especially if they were smiling. He hated weakness, losing, and salad. Blados hated salads.
Blados hated Chalis. Now, he loved looking at her—she had great legs, which Blados liked—but he found her to be irritating. He had an overwhelming feeling that she was smarter than him.
Personality-wise, Chalis was hideous. She ate like a starving barbarian, mindlessly shoving greasy chunks of food into her mouth. Not at all like a woman should eat. She was vulgar, rude, and sarcastic, especially towards Blados, which was not how he thought women should act. She frequently gambled, something which women certainly should not do.
She was also a total whore.
But damn it all, she had some nice legs.
Chalis had a habit of making bets, which, much to Blados' chagrin, she would usually win. Today was no exception.
"Honestly, Chalis, I doubt those stupid kids will even show up, let alone make it through the goddamn ruins."
"Really? I'd rather like to think they will."
"They're just a bunch of useless teenage punks. They'll pussy out at the first sign of anything."
"Really? Well, then…"
He looked at her. She was smiling. Oh shit.
"Hmm… How about we make a deal? If those 'pussy teenagers,' as you call them, manage to make it through the Belinsk Ruins, then, well, I win. If not… you understand?"
This was bullshit. Blados would definitely not accept.
"What do I get if I win?"
"I'll do whatever you want."
"Anything?"
"Anything you want, baby."
Blados had a strong suspicion that this was not a good idea. He knew that he should not accept this bet, but- goddamn, those legs!
"Fine. Okay."
She didn't say anything. She just looked forward and kept walking, with that same fucking smile.
He inwardly facepalmed at himself. Why had he accepted that bet? He was going to lose, again. And Blados hated losing.
After all, she would probably make him buy her dinner. Ugh.
Lazy ending. I don't care. I just wanted to get this out of the way.
So yeah, this story was originally going to be a couple hundred words longer. You can tell I got bored with this.