Don't Fear The Reaper (R. Grimes & D. Dixon)

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"Rick, Hello. and hello again." Simon dramatically -greeted everyone else.

"We thought it'd be longer," Rick said, playing dumb.

Do you think we're here for a tribute?" Simon scrunched up his nose, his hands going to his waist

"is there another reason?" Rick asked

"There is," Simon grinned, Stepping closer, "we're here for Kitten and Jody. Boss is feeling a little lonely."
Simon fake pouted, turning to kit and looking her up and down "how about you run on home and get dolled up in your new dress while the men talk?" he condescendingly said, holding the Silver bag out to her.

She scoffed, taking it "gee, I'd hate to have to miss out on the opportunity to play barbie." she remarked, Sarcastically walking away.

" that's the spirit!" Simon clapped

the first thing kit did upon arriving home was get a wet washcloth to clean her Jacket, and the Silver Bag was tossed on the floor without a care.

Next, kit hopped in the shower, her mind more focused on how she was Supposed to behave once She arrived there. Her mind told her the only logical option was to be submissive, but her hate told her to burn it. Upon stepping out, She wrapped a towel around her hair and another For her body. Stepping out of the bathroom, Kit glared at the abandoned bag on the floor, Mocking her.

She took out the Black, red bottom Stilettos that sat on top first, then a deep red short dress with a plunging neckline. Of course, he would have picked Something you're Not Supposed to wear a bra with. She pulled on underwear, the dress, and shoes before going to the bathroom to finish lazily getting 'dolled' up. All while being internally creeped out by how well both the boots and dress fit again.

"Bout Time!" Simon announced her arrival as he and Jody stood waiting by a black lifted truck. Daryl and Rick both Said Quick but sweet goodbyes with the promise to see her tomorrow. The latter added a brief, cryptic message before she climbed in the passenger seat of the obnoxiously loud truck. As soon as her door was shut, Simon gunned the gas, leaving her to watch her lovers shrink in the mirror's distance, a struggle in her head to grasp her sanity every second they drew closer to the devil's den.

The atmosphere immediately tensed as Kit's heels hit the ground. The people kept one eye on the woman in the red dress and the familiar red jacket as her cold eyes scrutinized the putrid humid air.

"I must say I have exquisite taste, or it's just you in it." negan boasted, looking her up and down. "I hope you like it; I picked it myself," he said lazily, resting Lucille on his shoulder and his free hand in his pocket.

"Careful negan, people might think. Womanizers are capable of crushes," Kit jabbed as jody moved to her side.

"oh wildcat, it is too late for that; Jody, my boy, why don't you go with laura? She'll take you to Eugene. Give momma and me some time together." Negan nodded to the awaiting blonde; jody looked between them repeatedly before giving up and going.

"wild cat?" kit asked after jody left. negan held out an expectant elbow for her. She took it, letting him lead.

"Well, I need my nickname for you, don't I?" he cooed, ignoring the people who kneeled as they passed. after a short power trip tour, he led her to his room where they would be dining.

She looked around the room. It was modest and clean; the couch and chairs were black leather, the canopy bed sheets a silk black, and back by the little Kitchen area was a table for two set up. Candles and fake Rose petals littered the whole area.

"How Romantic," She muttered, sliding off her Jacket

"Just for you, wine?" he offered to move to the bar