Vera Ellen "Baby" Firefly tucked a blonde ringlet behind her ear before taking a long drag from her cigarette. Otis had been gone for quite some time now, and she was growing impatient. The roads near the old house had been virtually empty for weeks now and Baby had grown bored of waiting roadside for a fresh victim or two. Instead, Otis went out, came back with a nice young girl and the two of them would maliciously "take care of her." Baby was growing weary of this "same old song and dance" though. She craved something new and exciting. She craved adventure...and as much as she didn't want to admit it...she craved Otis to herself.
Otis turned to look at the girl in his passenger side seat. Her eyes opened and closed slowly, head bobbing in a drunken state.
"Hey Mama, no passing out, there's plenty more Jack Daniels where we're goin. My sister will pour you a mean glass."
The girls head lifted and she smiled wide. "I love me some Jack." She chirped.
"I'm starting to love me some too." Otis smirked. He pulled up to the old house to find Baby standing on the porch, cigarette in hand. He couldn't help but stare as the sun peaked through the broken porch roof, catching itself in hair hair. Her wide eyes sparkling as he pulled up. She was nothing short of gorgeous, and from the moment his eyes watched her change into a woman, he found it hard to take them off of her.
Baby grinned as Otis opened the car door and stood below her, his eyes moving up from her hips, stopping briefly to take in her breasts and then fianlly focusing on her eyes.
"Got your favorite." He smirked. "Young, drunk and cute."
Baby giggled. "Isn't that what we always get?" "What much else is there Baby Girl, but drunken farmers daughters?"
Baby shrugged and watched Otis open the passenger side door and help the girl out.
"Now I told our friend here that you'd make her a good drink," Otis said, helping the girl up the porch steps.
"Oh, I'll give her soemthing good alright." Baby winked, as the three made their way isnide. Otis helped the girl to the couch while Baby made way for the kitchen. The house was quiet so Otis figured Rufus and Tiny were off in the woods somewhere and Momma Firefly was most likely in her room working on her scrapbook, pasting picture after picture of her families typical gore & mayhem.
Baby emerged from the kitchen with a huge grin on her face.
"Whats this?" The girl said, nearly choking on her words, her tongue heavy from all the liquor she had already consumed.
"My specialty." Baby smiled, looking over at Otis quickly, a sparkle in her eyes. Otis had seen her look at him like that often lately. "I call it the Pink Pussy."
"Pink Pussy?" The girl laughed.
"Pink Lemonade and Vodka." Baby giggled. "Try it." She said, pushing the glass up to the girls lips.
The girl took a sip, then quickly drank the rest.
Within 20 minutes the girl had consumed 3 more drinks and was passed out on the couch.
Otis and Baby smiled at each other. "Well, Baby Girl, its your call."
Baby took a sip of her own drink and them smiled wide at Otis.
"Honestly, I have a better idea."
Otis looked at her with questioning eyes.
"We'll give this one to Tiny, I'm sure he'll take good care of her." She stated, "But I've got someone else I'm absolutely dying for you to get to know...a little better." Baby winked at him then turned and walked to the bottom of the stairs, where she stopped and turned to face Otis. She beckoned him to follow with her finger.
If this was going to turn out at all like where Otis' imagination was heading...he truly was in for a nice surprise.
