"What?" Vernita's jaw was hanging open. "Bullshit!" She was currently standing between Elle and O-Ren. All three women were staring at the man across from them. The man? Bill, of course. They were having this little standoff on the back patio. Bill hadn't planned it that way, but that's just how it had happened and at this point he didn't much care.
Bill was stoic, silent. He'd just given all three of them this new "slight change of policy" and he now had no further interests to say much else. But, their reactions were no doubt going to prove to be...at the very least...slightly amusing.
"Bitch..." Elle hissed between her teeth, her arms crossing over her chest.
Vernita glanced at Elle, back to Bill, "Yeah...no shit.....," she sneered, "Bill...ya know....we were cool with things before," apparently it was now "we"...,"...but this is going too far! I mean....do you think we're stupid?"
Bill shook his head, "I don't think any of you are stupid," he said softly. "I respect and a-"
"Then why the fuck are you trying to hide the fact that this is all Beatrix's doing? I mean..." a smirk, "....we all know she's got the...intimate bend of your ear....so to speak." A new flash of anger retook Vernita, "FUCK!!" She threw her hands up, turning to look at the others. "I can't believe this!"
Elle, unlike Vernita, had been saying little to Bill. She had a very timid side and it often came out in situations like this. But, she had been mumbling under her breath the entire time. "Fucking bitch," she grumbled, eye focused on the patio tiling.
Bill's already existing frown was increasingly deepening.
O-Ren had been relatively quiet during the exchange of new policies and continued to be so. Her oriental shaded skin was taut and brown eyes flashed. She was obviously going through various plans of action in her head. A fleeting glance was given to her female companions before she spun around and made haste back inside.
Those brown eyes narrowed in on their target. Beatrix was casually sitting at the rounded kitchen table munching on crackers. When everyone had first arrived at Bill's she remained safe in Bill's bedroom. Not that she was exactly 'hiding' from them but she did require more bed rest. The stitches wouldn't come out for another two days and it'd be a shame to ruin the tentative healing process. Blue eyes rose as she heard the patio door open followed by O-Ren.
Before the tall blonde could react she felt a sharp sting against her cheek. That bitch just slapped her. Beatrix's mouth went agog and she cupped an open palm gingerly to her cheek. She was speechless, not that it mattered, O-Ren did the talking.
"You fucking bitch!" O-Ren exclaimed. When she got angry it wasn't a pretty sight even if O-Ren was relatively pretty. "I had important...errands to run down in Tokyo but now seeing as I can't go anywhere out of the fucking united states I can't perform those things."
Now Beatrix was able to reply. "You're lucky I didn't suggest Bill chop you're fucking head off," she sneered between clenched teeth, cold blue eyes stared boring into her at her place at the table. "Ah, that's right," O-Ren cooed darkly. "You're suggesting things to Bill now. That is very sweet of you Bea but do you really think he needs advice from someone like you?"
Beatrix raised a slender brow. "And what is someone like me?"
O-Ren leaned in close and her voice turned soft. "A very...very...silly rabbit."
Elle had caught sight of O-Ren and Beatrix's little.....encounter through the glass patio doors. A quirky smirk twisted her lips, as she watched the two women with a narrowed eye.
Vernita had been entirely focused on Bill. Her hands were on her hips, her head was raised in a stubborn gesture.
Bill, of course...was giving her nothing. Vernita was trying to stare him down, but it was a futile gesture. She could stand like that all day, all week, all year...hell the rest of her fucking life and she wasn't going to get so much as a flinch out of him. He gazed back at her with a determined but calm look. This whole reaction thing didn't faze him in the slightest. He'd seen far, far worse behavior in his life. Of course, all three of these women knew that......they knew that trying to de-sway him was a waste of their time. This, in turn, caused them only more frustration.
"Jesus Bill!!" Vernita yelled once again at him. "Do you realized how fucked up this is?"
"Yes," Bill replied rather vaguely.
"And......and..........well, this is wrong!"
"And when has this been an issue for me before?"
"AUGH!" Vernita spun around, too frustrated with Bill's non-reaction to go on. In her turn, she caught sight of Beatrix and O-Ren at the table. Her dark eyes zeroed in on the tall blonde, "Bitch," she said in a soft deadly tone. She made a lunge towards the patio door, but a firm hand clasped onto her shoulder to freeze her in place.
"You take one more step forward and you're out Vernita," Bill's voice hissed behind her ear. "You're a damn good killer and I would hate to lose you over something so fucking stupid." He didn't specify what "out" and "lose" exactly meant. "Take a moment," he said in that distinctive slow calm voice, "....and think...really think....is getting one good shot on her really worth it?"
Vernita's jaw was set in frustration and anger. "You're protecting her," she grated in-between her clenched teeth.
"Of course I am.....it's fairly normal to protect the ones you love," he replied.
Vernita pulled away from him with a look of disgust. "This isn't right....." she gave him a vile look, "It shouldn't be like this, and you know it. It was better....before."
Bill gave her a placid look, "Better for you maybe, but not for me and I run this organization. And so....this is the way it's going to be." A statement that allowed for no contradiction.
Vernita gave him a feral sarcastic smile and threw herself down onto one of the patio chairs, her eyes narrowed at the backyard in bitter defeat. She'd tried and failed.
Elle had been watching all of this with an irritated but slightly amused look. She'd also been giving split attention to the dining room table....just in case she missed some good bloody action. She turned her look upon Bill's half turned back, blue eye sparkling. Elle was often the queen of randomness. Although often her randomness had a very subliminal point.....it appeared she'd just had one of those twisted thoughts go through her mind. She sauntered up behind him, arms wrapping over his shoulders. "Oh Bill...." she cooed softly in his ear, posturing herself behind him like some attention starved cat, ".....your happy now baby.....but that wears off...." her hands began a slow path down his chest, her fingernails digging into his shirt, "....what will happen then....hrm? What...will...you...do...?"
Bill had froze. At first he had thought Elle was just playing around like she had a tendency to do. He and Elle had a strange relationship and her clinging onto him was not something new. But his expression grew more disturbed as her hands crept lower and her fingernails dug in deeper.
"She'll fuck you over....I know she will......" Elle whispered, "And I...er...we'll still be here for you....," her voice and hands dropped even lower, "You know you can count on me....ya know.....I would-"
"ELLE!" Bill suddenly shouted and shoved her violently away, looking thoroughly disturbed now. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Elle put on an innocent girly expression, "What? I was just trying to comfort you..." This was followed by a dramatic hurt expression.
"Comfort me?" Bill glared at her, taking a few more steps away, "That was not..... comforting......besides...I don't need to be fucking comforted. Jesus Elle! What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Vernita was staring at Elle with a raised eyebrow. That sure had seemed to get to Bill. Leave it to Elle to find a way to rattle him.
Bill looked as if he had just drank some terribly bitter wine, it perhaps once had been a good thought but at the moment...it didn't go down very well. He turned away with disgust and went inside heading for O-Ren and Beatrix.
Elle put on a pouty lip and sat down in the chair next to Vernita.
"You're fucked up Elle," Vernita said with a smirk.
"I know," Elle smirked back.
"Who's fucked up?" Budd questioned as he came around the corner of the house and onto the patio. He had arrived a few moments before, rang the front door bell, and when that cute little door lady answered she seemed ill at ease and told him it was best to go around the back. So, here he was, wearing a pair of casual blue jeans, a white stretch tank top and over that a dark blue button up shirt with some sports team name on the back.
"Elle," Vernita said.
Budd stared at Elle for a long moment. "Oh," he finally said, obviously finding it nothing to get too excited about it, they already knew that. He puckered his lips a moment and settled into the last vacant patio chair. "Anywho, where's Bill?"
Meanwhile, back in the dining room O-Ren and Beatrix were attempting a deadly stare off. Neither woman was bringing the other to falter. It was a lost cause. Both broke their attention when the sliding of the patio door was heard followed by the cool tapping of shoes, distinctly Bill's.
O-Ren stiffened up, turned away, and walked out to the front door. She was through for the day.
Beatrix was wearing a sheet of ice but when O-Ren left and she turned her blue eyes to Bill she began to melt. Her brows furrowed and she rose to her feet. "They slap you too?" She questioned quizzically. Bill looked....shaken...rattled, something that she usually didn't see in him. Beatrix could bring out numerous emotions in Bill that no one else would witness but this emotion she'd never be able to muster.
Elle glanced up at Budd with a revolted expression. "He went inside," she said in a snitty voice.
"Yeah," Vernita snorted, "Elle....scared him away."
Elle flashed a genuinely hurt expression, but she quickly replaced it with her typical smirk. "Yeah, well...it's not my fault he can't handle the truth."
"If that's what ya wanna call it....." Vernita chuckled and then glanced at Bill's younger sibling, "What's up Budd?"
Bill stood in front of Beatrix, that same rattled expression on his face. "No...no...slap...." he said in a distracted voice. Slaps he could handle, but Elle....that.....was a little....weird. Now, Bill was certainly a man and generally most men didn't mind it when attractive women came on to them. But.....Elle.....he couldn't quite grasp. Did he find her attractive to begin with? Well...yes...to an extent....but on the other hand.....he found all of them attractive. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to act on it. Thus, contrary to the popular misconception of him, he was not sleeping with all of his employees.....only one at the moment. The fact that he was with Beatrix aside, he was still a little frazzled over it. There was something in the way she spoke to him.....not to mention her hands.....
He opened his mouth and then shut it. He placed a hand on his chest, where he could still feel Elle's fingernails. "Ah...." He began rather lamely, "Elle....attempted a.....different path of persuasion." He blinked, gazing at Beatrix with a very warm look. He needed to wipe that disturbing memory from his mind.......right now. Undaunted by the fact that half of the DiVA's were sitting nearby on the patio, he took a step towards Beatrix. "I...just.....I...need to.....do this..." he faltered and pulled her face towards his.
Beatrix willing came in to the kiss. In many ways she needed that too even if it was short lived it made up for a lot. The kiss broken she tenderly leaned her forehead against his and let her hands fall against his chest. She could only imagine what Elle's persuasion techniques involved and she honestly didn't want to imagine it. She could understand perfectly why Bill was so...revolted.
"Feel better now, baby?" She asked lightly.
"I heard all a ya were comin' over here and I felt left out," Budd replied to Vernita's 'what's up' question. That was basically the truth. Budd could be a nosey-body but it was mostly out of curiosity. "So, I'm guessin' this little shin-dig is about the other day, huh?" He parted his legs in front of him in a manly posture, hands on his thighs. "I gotta give it to ya gals, that was a pretty fucked up thing to do and all. Bet Bill got ya real good for it too." He cleared his throat nonchalantly and leveled an eye on both Vernita and Elle. "But I don't see no blood anywhere."
Bill smiled with relief and gratitude, forehead still resting against Beatrix's. "Yes....much better....." he said softly, a hand coming up to rest on top of one of hers. 'Violated' by one deadly tall blonde and consoled by another within a matter of minutes.....such was the life of Bill...it really wasn't all that bad. He could have told her details on the other's reactions, but he knew she knew well enough. He didn't need to remind her just how much they all despised her. She didn't need him to protect her against them either....Beatrix could sure as hell hold her own. Still, he couldn't help but feel a little protective.
He gave her another small smile. "At least Budd doesn't hate you Kiddo."
Beatrix couldn't help but laugh lightly at that remark. "That makes me feel so much better," she teased fondly. Actually, she was quite relieved that Budd didn't hate her. She liked Budd when he wasn't being a complete ass, such as she liked Bill when he wasn't being a complete bastard. She wasn't sure if she could take loosing another 'friend' over something so stupid.
She shifted and took a small reluctant step away from him and tilted her chin to her chest. "Suppose I should go out and meet the shooting squad. No point in avoiding it because if I don't it'll most likely end up during an assignment and...I...we...don't want that to happen again."
Unaware of this little.....interlude going on in the house behind them...Vernita and Elle both chuckled, perhaps a little nervously, at Budd's comment.
"Bill's not himself," Vernita said with a dark look. "He's currently being brainwashed."
"We had our reasons for doing what we did," Elle added, crossing her long legs. "Bill just can't see it right now. But, eventually...he will. And when he does, he'll have wished we'd gone further." With a delighted little smirk, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes; taking one for herself she offered the pack to Budd.
"He punished us with a bunch of bureaucratic shit....," Vernita leaned back, "No doubt Bea was behind it all." Vernita wasn't really sure she agreed with Elle's gloom and doom theory, but what really pissed her off was Bea's new ability to get away with whatever the hell she wanted.
"Hrm..no bloodshed though," Elle quipped, taking a drag from her cigarette. "Maybe next time," a sadistic twinkle lit up her eye. Elle seemed far less upset than the other two about the "punishments." Oh sure, it was annoying, but she liked to consider herself beyond that sort of shit. She'd deal.....just as she'd always dealt. And like a true snake....she'd wait patiently and strike when she saw the perfect opportunity.....even if that required for her to chew up one of her own kind. After all, she was the California Mountain Snake.
"No need to feel left out Budd," Vernita continued, "I'm sure Bill would be more than willing to dole out a couple punishments to you as well...just for kicks. Of course, he'd have to meet with his...."female half" first." Her voice dripped with bitterness. "Fucking bitch."
Elle gave Vernita a look of newly found appreciation, "Ya know Vern," she pointed at the other woman with her lit cigarette,"....I used to despise you....but I think I'm starting to like ya......just a litle bit."
Budd was busy fiddling with the packet of cigarettes that Elle had given him. "Goddamn," he stated poking a cigarette out of the packet and twiddling it around between his thumb and index fingers. "You gals are acting like Bea went and stole your boyfriend." He chuckled at this and shook his head when a new idea sparked. "Ya know, if I got Bea to fuck me instead a Bill I'd have all of you all over me." Of course Budd was joking. He didn't much agree with what the three women did to Beatrix but he was smart not to get in the middle of it. Instead he preferred dirty humor.
Bill motioned towards the patio doors, "Well, if that's what you so desire. They are ready to fire at will...." He wasn't too keen on Beatrix doing this, but he did see her point...better now than out on an assignment. At least here, he could keep a sharp eye on things. He followed Beatrix out onto the patio, giving those present a deep frown...although he was actually quite glad to see that Budd had shown up. Besides himself, Budd was the only other person on her "side" so to speak. Vernita had just gotten over smirking at Budd for his last remark. It was somewhat funny.....although, in the end, she didn't find it all that amusing. "Nobody's going to fuck you Budd..." she mumbled, just as Bill and Beatrix appeared.
Elle had not found Budd's comment amusing at all. And she was utterly silent once again, smoking away with a clouded expression on her face. If Budd wasn't such a fucking dickhead he might even be slightly attractive to her.....but forget it....he was nothing more than bushwacking white trash. And little comments like his last one just didn't help to improve his station in her mind. When Beatrix and Bill walked onto the patio, Elle gave the other blonde an icy look and quickly turned away to find something else to look at. Vernita, on the other hand, was full out glaring at Beatrix. "I hope you've got something really fucking nice to say Bea," she hissed, "Because I ain't got time for anything else.."
The tall blonde was positioned beside Bill, hovering very close with arms crossed over her chest and a haughty expression on her face. She really wanted to be 'civil' about this whole confrontation and preferably no bullet holes. At the moment her chances were slim. Her temper was moderate and in hopes of keeping it that way she decided to try going smart ass on Vernita's ass. "Oh, Vernita, you look so pretty today," she piped in an overly enthusiastic voice.
Budd chuckled at this as he leaned over and handed Elle back her cigarette pack. He didn't much care what anyone thought of him and even if they did think things they were probably true and he wasn't going to argue it. He settled back in patio chair and stretched his legs out. He tipped his head in Bill and Beatrix's direction. "Like I said a long while back, they make a cute...couple."
Vernita gave Beatrix an equally wide sarcastic grin, "Oh wow! Thank you so much Bea! And, I must say...you look absolutely stunning today!" The smile quickly melted into a snarl. Bitch. Leave it to Beatrix to play this angle and with Bill standing right behind her. Oh, she was good....she'd give her that. She knew how to play this little game very well.
Knowing that if she got hostile now, it would look like an obvious ploy to pick a fight, Vernita fell silent for the moment. Her burning look averted slightly away from the tall blonde.
Bill looked at his brother with a furrowed brow. He didn't really "get" the whole cute couple thing that kept getting tossed out to them. Sure, he wasn't complaining.....but..."cute" did not describe him in the slightest. Beatrix....perhaps....although, he thought she was more beautiful than cute nowadays. But, that was just it.....aesthetically the two of them were like two sides of the same deadly coin. Beatrix seemed to embody everything graceful, feminine, angelic and stunningly gorgeous all blended together with that powerful dose of killer prowess. Bill, on the other hand, seemed to embody everything jaded, hard, brutally male and devilishly cunning, all roughly bound together with the look of lifetime murderer. And thus, perhaps, that is what created such an interesting and thus "cute" juxtaposition between the two.
Elle hummed a few notes from "Beauty and the Beast," and then went back to smoking. She'd barely taken a glance at the two of them and decided to retain that scary complacently calm look on her face. She knew her place.
Bill was glaring at Vernita over Beatrix's shoulder. "Well, Vernita...for a woman who wouldn't shut up minutes ago, you're sure quiet now."
Vernita gave him an acidic look. "Fuck off Bill."
Bill raised a dangerous eyebrow.
Beatrix took a step back and came up and beside Bill. She weaved an arm around him and leaned in close. "He already has," she inclined in an overly sensual tone.
Budd had been nibbling at the bitter end of his cigarette when he suddenly inhaled and almost chocked. He slapped his thigh and let the cigarette fall to the ground. "Fucking shit!" He pointed a dramatic finger at the tall blonde. "I didn't need to know that."
She merely shrugged it off. Budd leaned forward in the patio chair and clasped open palms against his face and rubbed. "Now I've got such fucked up pictures in my head," he growled, rather annoyed by this and perhaps even disturbed.
"That was..." Beatrix tilted her head in Budd's direction, her facade placid. "My intention."
Bill raised both of his eyebrows, turning slowly to look at Beatrix with something of a very amused look on his face, his lip twisted with humor.
"Oh Christ!!!" Vernita stood up, looking revolted, her reaction far less cordial than Budd's. "Couldn't you just......leave some things to the greater mysteries of life? None of us wanted to know that!"
Elle had a strange mixture of horror and interest on her face. Inwardly, she far less appreciated Beatrix's little comment even less than anybody else, but only a small spark of anger flared up in her eye to show this. She knew Beatrix had said that just to spite them, and she wasn't going to give her what she wanted.
"Well Bea...." Vernita took a few steps away, as if trying to get away, "Consider your mission accomplished," she spat. "I'm officially disgusted with you now."
"Hrm," Bill shrugged nonchalantly, his own arm wrapped around Beatrix now, "To each their own."
Elle raised an eyebrow, her piercing gaze focused directly on Bill. Still, she remained silent.
Vernita's nose scrunched up in further disgust, "I'm outta here......Have a lovely wonderful day." She gave each of them a glare and turned and marched into the house and out the front door.
Elle took a large pull on her cigarette, "Mrm...."
Beatrix kept her eyes on Vernita as she passed. "I intend to do that too," she modestly added before the patio door was slammed shut. She didn't give a fuck if she disturbed everyone present with her bit of information. It had been her intention all along, in one manner or another. She didn't want to fight and scaring them off was the next best tactic.
"Ah, fuck," Budd grumbled as he pushed off the chair and stood up. He glanced over to Elle as she was still sitting down, contently taking in her cigarette. He narrowed eyebrows at her. "Yeah, only one here not completely disgusted by that is Elle."
Beatrix had to add something to that. "That's because Elle gets off on that type of thing."
Elle smirked, "I'll leave that answer up to you Budd baby...." she stood up, flicking her still lit cigarette right at his groin. "But....you'll never know one way or another...." She gave a saucy sway of her hips and sauntered past Bill and Beatrix. She gave Bill a kiss on the cheek as she passed by, "It's been a real splendid time." Her eye slid to Beatrix for a brief cool stare and then she followed the recently departed Vernita's path through and out the house.
"Well," Bill turned to look at Beatrix with a bemused look, "It appears your tactic worked Kiddo.....we've managed to revolt and alienate all of those around us." A flash of a grin, "Not an easy accomplishment with our sort."
Bill turned and glanced at his brother, who was still standing there, with his hands in his pockets. And what of Budd? Budd was so kicked back he was often hard to read. Even Bill had a difficult time finding out his brother's true feelings on things. He'd often get a general vibe, but there was a lot hidden underneath that shit kicker attitude. Bill's brown eyes met his brother's similarly brown ones, "Well Budd..." he said softly, "It looks like your all we've got...." a smirk.
Budd hooked his thumbs out of his pockets and looked over to Bill. He looked a tad uneasy but he was more or less kicked back. He was still disgusted with what he heard. Finding out that shit on Elle could have been just as revolting but subconsciously he could have guessed that. He cleared his throat and said, "Yeah, well, don't go thinkin' I approve of all of this..."
Beatrix cut in cordially, "We aren't asking for your approval." She was leaning against Bill with an arm still wrapped around him. Her expression was placid and any of her earlier hostility had vanished.
Budd stared at the tall blonde a moment in a stare that registered unspoken words. He blinked and turned on Bill. "Don't you dare fucking think of getting married."
Beatrix laughed out loud quickly after Budd gave out his 'threat'. "Hell, no." She quickly half turned to Bill and gingerly put a hand to his chest. "No offense baby." A coy smile.
Bill's hand had crept up and unconsciously was fiddling around with the ends of Beatrix's hair that were lying against her shoulders. Half of the time he didn't even realize he was doing it...it was simply one of those things. When Budd had muttered the dreaded "M" word, Bill's hand froze momentarily, his eyes widening briefly. His expression read of utter revolution for a brief moment. "No offence taken Kiddo," he smirked at Beatrix. Indeed, if anybody was not going to take offence to that, it was Bill. Married for him.....was like.........nice for Elle. It just didn't even fit into his scheme of thinking. He'd never been the type, he never would be the type. He had never even considered it once in his entire life.
"Fuck no!" He replied after a moment of getting over the mere shock of hearing the word out of Budd's mouth. "Like hell I'm getting married!" He knew Beatrix would take that the right way as well. "Goddamn...the very thought makes me...augh..." he put on a disgusted face, not finding the right word to describe just how much he loathed the very thought of marriage. "I wouldn't allow Beatrix to marry me....even if for some fucking bizarre reason she wanted to." He gave her shoulders a little squeeze. "That would be unusually cruel."
"Indeed," she replied with a content smile taut across her angelic features. The subject was so impossible it was humorous. Usually in 'serious' relationships the next step or the step that one tried to build up to was marriage. Once this was accomplished it would supposedly be bliss. But, for the two killers as long as they agreed on that never happening then they were both perfectly content. It was fucked up anyway.
Once Budd was for certain that nothing was going to go further than whatever the fuck the two were currently involved in Budd could 'drink' easy. He slouched his shoulders in a posture that put him at ease. He chuckled. "I can just see it now," he mused with friendly mockery. "Mrs. Beatrix Bill."
Beatrix raised a slender eyebrow and her lips tugged into a wider smile. "B...B...I like that."
Budd wove a hand at her. "Stick with one B, Bea."
Bill was as protective of his given last name as he was of his very soul. In fact, the only person aware of it was the man who shared it with him, Budd. Call it.....a family secret. Besides, just plain ol' "Bill" sounded a lot cooler.
He chuckled at Budd and Beatrix's little exchange, glad that he and Beatrix saw eye to eye on this whole "anti-marriage" thing. "Too many fucking B's around here...." he added, "Damn confusing...."
He turned and smiled at Beatrix with warm affection. "I don't think anybody needs to worry about the swapping of names and such.....I could barely name a fucking stuffed animal....I'm not exactly original when it comes to that sorta thing. I think Beatrix suits you fine........Kiddo...." he chuckled, bringing a hand up to push some stray bangs out of her eyes. "One Bea...suits me fine." Smiling at himself for that rather overly sappy comment, he turned back to Budd with a smart ass smirk. "Well....my culturally handicapped brother, you're just going to have to find yourself a lady of your own. You're starting to frighten me a bit in your lack of womanizing lately."
Budd displayed no further 'uneasy' or disturbed actions by Bill and Beatrix's intimate interaction. As long as Bill was happy Budd wasn't going to justify it. As said before he didn't approve of it and no one gave a fuck if he did but it was more the morals of it. If Bill was happy, Budd was happy because if Bill was happy he'd be less likely to get shit thrown at him.
He chuckled again. "Find me a lady? Nah, I'm happy with my two penny whores."
Beatrix narrowed her blue eyes in a scrutinizing gaze. "You sure?"
"Shit yeah. I mean, if I was gonna have any other lady I woulda tried for you, Bea. But Bill beat me too it. Damn." He snapped his fingers as if he was really disappointed by this. He was joking and he knew that they knew he was joking.
The tall blonde's smile curved into a smirk as she canted her chin down. "You'd have better luck with Elle then you ever would with me." Budd stared at her a moment with pursed lips. He smacked his lips and shook his head forcefully. "That one-eyed-viking-bitch? Don't think so."
Bill watched his brother closely. Sure, Budd was joking around...but there was some truth to his jokes. Bill had always known that Budd was "sweet" on Bea. He could of course, understand that fully. Even when they were younger there had been occasions when they were both interested in the same woman. Maybe they had similar tastes....then again, maybe it was just some twisted form of sibling rivalry. But, mostly...Budd was messing around and even if he wasn't he knew better than to get in the way of Bill and what he wanted. Besides, Budd seemed to treat Beatrix like....some overly deadly sister...or something of that nature.
Bill shook his head, "You and your two penny whores Budd. I was hoping you had at least moved up to call girls at this point in your life....but I guess not." He paused on the Elle thought. Bill was a little iffy with Elle at the moment. "Elle..." he chuckled, eyeing his brother again, ".....she'd chew you up and spit you out. Budd....before you even knew what happened to you...."
Budd noticeably cringed. "That there is what I'm afraid of."
"I wouldn't worry yourself too much, Budd," Beatrix reassured with an inner weaving of sarcasm. "Elle wouldn't want you if you were the last man on earth."
"That makes me feel so much better," he replied tartly and began a slow walk in the 'couple's direction. "Anywho, I'll let you two get back to fucking off." He stopped a few feet from the patio door and gave them a long look. Numerous thoughts ran through the cowboy's head, but he wouldn't voice them. He moistened his lips and they curved into a devilish grin. "Don't get too dirty with 'em, Bea. He's not as young as he use ta be. May give him a heart attack."
Beatrix stifled a laugh and raised knowing brows. "I'll be careful."
Bill laughed, taking all of that in good humor. In the right mood, Bill could find his brother quite amusing.
"Ya know Budd.....I do believe, if I had a first choice in my way to go.....that would most definitely be it," a smirk in Beatrix's direction. And that was the damn truth. Maybe having a full out old school samurai sword fight on a sunny beach with a worthy enemy would be a close second though.
He watched his brother leave, and then turned back to Beatrix. "Do I really seem that old?" He smiled at her with a glint of sarcasm, as he wrapped his arm anew around her torso, his face hovering close to hers. "I don't feel all that old at the moment..." he raised a suggestive eyebrow.
She idly bopped her forehead against his and settled it there. A smile was cordially playing across her lips. "No, you don't seem that old," she reinstated gently. She knew Bill didn't give a fuck about his age and neither did she but what Budd said was highly amusing.
"You're a..." Her arms looped around his neck. "Fucked up kid at heart. And I find that to be a very worthy quality in a lover."
Bill chuckled, a smile playing across his face. Indeed, he didn't give a shit about his age...nor Beatrix's age...nor the fact that they both killed other human beings for a living. All he cared about was that, despite all the "wrongs" with he and Beatrix, he knew it was right. He'd known it was right long before they had entered this.....phase. He'd never cared what anybody thought...hell, if he did....he probably wouldn't be doing what he did. What mattered was her....and of course, himself. And...despite all of the bickering and disapproval amongst the other DiVA members, the two of them were content.
He closed the small distance between them, lips brushing against hers, "Why don't we go inside....." he said in a husky tone, "And I'll show you just how fucked up I am....." another smile, knowing how truly over dramatized that sounded. "Well....at the very least, I'll do my best.....not to keel over on you...."
With arms wrapped around one another, the two assassins went inside shutting the patio door behind them.