Bad Habits [Candice, Ehefra]

She blinked, her surprise only continuing to grow as this woman so incredibly different from before was just… HERE, doing this. This had happened before with some guys in mildly dickish mannerisms. The kinda guys that thought they were so smooth and had actually won little fake Mako over.

This wasn’t that. This wasn’t her tricking Natasha. This wasnt her putting on the shmoves. This blonde… pretty…. Successful woman. Was… asking… was shmoving on…HER!?

”O-oh Mean… uh… yea we’re not supposed to. But uh… no I don’t have any plans tonight.” You stupid cunt. You bitch. You fucking idiot. What did you just fucking do. Your ass is getting FIRED bitch! Why am I stammering!?

Her brain was reeling, not even sure ehat just fucking happened. What the fuck was going on? Wasnt she this womans second choice!? All pf this swirled in a mess of internal screaming. Entirely caught off guard. She had no idea. Cmon ehefra, surely this has happeneed before. What happned the last time someone hit on you?
Ira.
Oh no.

Ehefra froze up as Candice closed the distance between them, eyes wide and face pink as she stared at the assertive blonde that took charge of the conversation. Pointedly making it clear that it wasnt like she would be there again. The heck?

Her eyes darted down to the offered hand, her heart racing as she timidly reached out and shook it, a shaky lopsided smile forming as she spike. ”I uh… Ehefra. Nice to meet you Candi.” she managed to stammer out, finding herself walking alongside her. She was …. Just gonna walk with her? She felt her mind race wildly and she cleared her throat. ”Yeahum… hotel and uh… after that wherever I suppose, nless ya wanna just hang out.” she chuckled, her brain was custard and her thoughts mixed jam. Not even inner Ehefra had anything coherent to say about all this as the surrealness sank in. This was a dream right? This was a VIP. She was gonna wake up, probably with no kidney.

Ehefra was still trying to get her footing and Candice kept her on her toes. Staring in shock as she watched this… continue to not just be a trick. Was this happening? Was… was this what pretty girls got to feel like? She found herself smiling uncertainly, but in a good way. She had no idea where this was going, it was honestly hard to think without getting into a mental tailspin.

”Oh! Uh yea I think there’s a shop.” She didn’t even understand, why would they need to go to a sh-OOOP! She was startled a bit when Candice grabbed her hand. An instant of shock before she gently squeezed it in her own.

But. Doubt wasn’t far behind.
Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck. You bitch. Youre planning something. Theres no way this is real. You witch. You cunt. Fuck you. Fuck you for making me hopeful. Fuck you. Fuck your soft hand. The hatred was a sudden flopd through her mind, lashing herself. There was no way. Any soft hopeful happiness was nudged. But it nudged back. Another softer part of her suddenly grew fangs.

Don’t you ruin this for me.

Her hatred wrestled with hope and amazingly hope was winning. She smiled, and allowed Candice to hold her hand and walk her.

Please don’t be a trick.


Please.

Her mind was still fighting with itself when Candice spoke up along the way. She perked up, almost seeming as if she hadn't been paying attention and had missed what she said before it finally sank in what was being asked. Shame stabbed her in her gut. This wasn't like before, she wasn't able to twist this. Even with Candice being the initiator, she had an obligation to REFUSE. And that meant this was on HER. She felt her heart racing and she briefly struggled to answer. "I.....I'm not sure. I ....don't think I've ever had a situation happen like this. Y-you're not exactly the usual ....clientelle for the Cafe. I guess I'm.....curious." Reeling a little at being called that . Hefra. It made her feel ......different. She wasn't sure exactly how, but it was very new.

Though that second question made her almost trip over herself, a brief sputter as Candice spoke up about her intentions being obvious. Oh yes. They were. This bitch was clearly.....into.....her? She .....hesitated. Another trap? Was she trying to trick her into saying this, then she'd turn around and laugh in her face, saying she had no such idea in mind? She could see it now, HEAR it now. And for just an instant, distrust flashed in her eyes. But mixed with fear. She struggled. On one hand, she didn't want to open herself to a sucker punch. But .....Candice was also being awfully earnest about all this. Was she ....telling the truth? She ...HAD been having a lot of luck lately. Could she trust this?

"Hm. I'm not sure what you mean about that, I don't know you wel enough to know your intentions." She pointed out, looking off to the side before rubbing the back of her neck with her free hand. Shitshitshitshit. She looked back and offered a ....gentle smile. A Mako smile. Sortof.... like a halfawy point between it and her usual lopsided smirk. "But I trust Mistress Candi to treat me well. That should be enough reason to let ya do what you want, right?" She reasoned, sprinkling in just a bit. God her manager would hate this. But hey, Candice said she never planned on going back right? So there was no harm in something like this....right? No. Wrong. Fucko. Dubmass. Very wrong. But she ignored that

Was that.....earnest advice? Ehefra blinked a bit owlishly at the comment and ....support? She glanced up to the taller woman as she considered what it was she said. "Hey, I never said that you being breathtaking was a part of it! What you think that I get a ton of hot GIRLS asking me out from a place like that? Tch. And even the guys that stalk after the fact are just after 'Mako' anyway." She murmured with a sigh, staring straight ahead as they walked. "So no, I don't ever get hit on. Mako does." She noted in calm simplicity, not even as a debate bit simply as if she were stating a fact. It ....it was a reason why she had that ...closet in her home. Mom had always liked this costume stuff. It was how she met dad.

And when she put those outfits on.... she wondered what it was that was so pretty beneath it. It didn't make sense. It worked for mom....right? Why didn't dress up bring her what she wanted? The answer she always found was that she just wasn't pretty enough. She thought about all the times she was hit on by guys.

'You're so cute Mako-chan!'
'You always listen, I feel like we really connect!'
'Even if you were ugly, I'd still really like being around you!'

No. They weren't supposed to say that. but they did it anyway. Thinking they were clever, or romantic. Saying the liked a girl that didn't exist. That her 'looks' the only thing that WAS hers about Mako....didn't matter. Was she not enough? This.......this was ....her. She just wanted someone to look at her.

And then she felt that hand. She tensed, as Candice stopped right in front of her and loomed. A shadow over her. Those bright green eyes taking up most of her focus. Looking right at her.
Bitch.
Why'd it have yo be YOU.

She was, briefly rolled by that sudden firm press of lips. But she almost immediately was kissing the woman back. Hungrily, and ....even with a bit of anger and bite behind her. Resent bleeding into the needy desperation she had to be wanted. And ashamed, pathetic at how happy she was to be chosen by this woman.