Law & Rebel

A Punk Walks into a Cop Bar

Resting her head against the back of the couch, a soft sigh would leave her full strawberry-chapped lips. The sound of a high-pitched, girly scream jolted her from her daydreaming. Sitting up, she rubs her left eye and yawns, staring at the tv with her right. It appeared she had dozed off into her daydream state in the middle of an anime that she was watching. Groaning, she yawns again, rising from the couch and reaching her arms up to stretch. The tank top on her full body stretches across her large heavy bust before the fabric relaxes and settles. Bare feet sinking into the beige carpet, pad their way to the kitchen, where she opens the fridge and grabs a can of cherry Coke. That soft hiss and pop of the opening can brought a gentle smile to her face before she squints her eyes and stares outside of the kitchen window.

Aiden Gallagher was outside taking out his trash and wearing nothing more than a pair of SpongeBob boxers. Snorting, the young woman strolls out of the kitchen and exits through the backdoor. The sharpness of gravel pinches her black-painted toes as she walks toward the fence that separated her from her practically nude neighbor. Clearing her throat and resting a hand on her wide hip, she tilts her head to the side and smirks at him.

"You know Aiden, it is highly offensive for you to be walking around half-naked."

The fair-skinned, toned male looked over his shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest, raising a brow at her.

"And you, Celeste, make it increasingly difficult to do simple house chores when you walk out the house as though you're about to work the corner." His green eyes darken with mischievous laughter.

Celeste's mouth drops open and her fingers tighten around the can of Coke. "Listen, jackass, what I'm wearing is appropriate! At least I don't look as if I'm just getting off the midnight shift at the underground redneck gay bar! Seriously! Who the fuck wears biker boots to take out their trash?"

"Yet those shorts aren't giving off a 'Come and fuck me behind the 7-11' vibe."

Celeste was wearing her usual down garb. A black tank top, with one of her favorite bands' logos on it. Though granted, the vast amount of cleavage left little to the eye. Her warm tan flesh could not be hidden away. In fact, most of her wardrobe contained tank tops that gave her breasts plenty of breathing room. Wide heavy hips clad in a pair of cotton black shorts; they were however on the tiny side. Clinging to her plump rear, the shorts gave the viewer quite the show of her thick thighs. The light, hardly visible scars adorning her legs from years of falling or running into things decorated them.

A loud angry, animalistic growl vibrated deep in her throat as she glared at the man on the other side of the fence. His lips curl into a smile, cheeks glowing a rose tint as his deep voice rolled with laughter.

"I love fucking with you, Celeste. Your chubby cheeks are so cute when you puff them out and they take on a rather nice bronze-red color. Adorable."

"Screw you Aiden." Her voice had grown dark.

Chuckling, he shakes his head and turns his back to her. Those rippled back muscles flexed, probably on purpose, as he laughed.

She narrowed her eyes as he disappeared into the house. "Gaaarrrr! He infuriates me!" Turning on her heel, she makes her way back into her house and slams the door behind her.

Taking a sip of her Coke, her eyes roll around the small house; it was more of a single flat. With two extra rooms that she was sorely debating on sharing. She greatly enjoyed having a house to herself, though the mortgage was getting a bit out of control. Biting into her lower lip, she sighs and walks back into the living room, settling on the couch and crossing her legs, changing the channel.