A/N: Inspiration came from the film Tank Girl XD That's about it really.
Happy Easter y'all.

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A slow scraping noise, the sort that only came from years of rust and neglect made the corners of Meatloaf's mouth upturn into a satisfied smirk as she closed together the blades on a large and heavy pair of steel scissors. With her knees drawn up to her chest on the cold bathroom tiles she slammed the wooden draws that stood adjacent to her shut, wincing as they gave a warning creak.

She'd been sent in search of the scissors by Brit, he'd seen the Bohemian slice many a pair of jeans and even the occasional piece of leather with these trusty blades and now he needed something reliable to carefully chop a piece of wire he'd found, ready to string it onto his newest musical creation.

The sound of footsteps made Meat freeze, but as she heard the creak of the bathroom door, the glint in her eye suggested that she'd had a devilish idea. The unspoken silence of the heavy footed figure told her that her boyfriend Brit', now stood behind her. She licked her lips, refusing to turn around for one moment.

"Before I give you these," she held the scissors high and gave a quick sharp chop with them in midair, "I think we need to test that they're still in working order." Stretching a leg upwards she brought the scissors down, stroking them slowly across her taught calf and opening them carefully to chop at her already snagged fishnet tights until the remains of them littered the floor.

As the breathing behind her quickened gave a satisfied smirk, sliding the blades onto one of the straps from her top, the scissors giving a crunch as they snapped through it with minimum effort. As her top began to slide down her waist she stopped, biting down on her bottom lip in thought. "If you want more, you'll have to help me."

As she began to feel the cold steel move from her hands and turned to face her boyfriend, a sultry expression seeping across her young face. "And don't take too long about it, I can't wait to…"

Her heart leapt into her mouth as she gaped up at the figure towering over her, a hungry look etched into the old wrinkled skin of no-one else but Pop. He leered down at her, his chest wheezing as he gave a dry laugh.

"Ugh!" Meat exclaimed, her cheeks glowing magenta as she clasped a hand across her chest and shot backwards to gain some distance from him. "I thought yeh were Brit'!"

"And here was me, thinking I'd pulled." Pop chuckled, still staring down at the half clothed Bohemian.

"Not on yeh life!" she snatched the scissors back from him with a huff. "Now get out of here!" she waved the sharp instrument at him warningly, "before I start surgically removing organs!"