Ripley came up out of the water in her underwear, a large fresh-killed crab in each hand and Harry standing there staring at her like she was Venus herself. /Christ on a crutch, fanboy, get another hobby,/ she thought.
"Ripley...?" he ventured almost timidly.
She set the crabs down on some driftwood and bent down to pull her pants on. "What do you want, kid?"
His eyes tracked the lean muscle of her thigh as the fabric slid up over it. It didn't bother Ripley much. /He can look all he wants, but if he touches, he dies. Ironically...I wonder if that's part of why he likes to look so much./
Footsteps pattering up on them.
"Ripley, I--"
"There you are!" Amanda, sweating off her perfume and makeup in this heat, face pulled into a mask of pouty rage as she stomped up to Harry. "Fuck off, bitch, we're talking," she shot at Ripley without even really looking to see who she was.
Ripley snorted and looked at Amanda like a particularly annoying but interesting bug she was considering squishing. The debutante, meanwhile, had her back to Ripley and was already going on at Harry, who looked put on the spot and startled.
"...they're practically fucking in the surf in front of everybody and I'm the only one who's disgusted! I can't believe that! And another thing...."
Ripley sat down to put on her boots. Amanda shot her a glare...that faded when she realized who she was talking to, and froze in a nervous smile when she saw the older woman's expression. She grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him off, still bitching at him. Harry, for his part, looked back over his shoulder at Ripley with an expression that shocked her a little.
/Boy looked almost apologetic./
Pulling on her vest, she grabbed the crabs and rose, heading for the cookfire. Ami, Rose and one of the new girls were there working. "I got crabs for your pot, Mama Rose!" she announced as she ambled up.
She gave Ami a grin. "How you doin'--shit, there she is working again. Lemme take a turn when I'm done with these. Oh, and by the way...rich people's kids annoy the shit out of me."
Ami smirked. "Harry again?"
"Oh, he was positively well-behaved this morning! But then Amanda came over. Don't worry, though. They're still both in one piece." Grin.
Then her smile faded. "Harry's getting popular. He's part of that clique of idiots who've decided to hang with Ethan. Including Amanda and another woman--which is so not-bright on their parts it doesn't bear going into."
/I wonder how long until the women in that group find themselves coerced into sex, or worse, because they're too stupid to avoid placing their loyalty with just the sort who would do that to them?/
[Ripley] Annoying Amanda (tag Faith, Ami, open)
"Ripley...?" he ventured almost timidly.
She set the crabs down on some driftwood and bent down to pull her pants on. "What do you want, kid?"
His eyes tracked the lean muscle of her thigh as the fabric slid up over it. It didn't bother Ripley much. /He can look all he wants, but if he touches, he dies. Ironically...I wonder if that's part of why he likes to look so much./
Footsteps pattering up on them.
"Ripley, I--"
"There you are!" Amanda, sweating off her perfume and makeup in this heat, face pulled into a mask of pouty rage as she stomped up to Harry. "Fuck off, bitch, we're talking," she shot at Ripley without even really looking to see who she was.
Ripley snorted and looked at Amanda like a particularly annoying but interesting bug she was considering squishing. The debutante, meanwhile, had her back to Ripley and was already going on at Harry, who looked put on the spot and startled.
"...they're practically fucking in the surf in front of everybody and I'm the only one who's disgusted! I can't believe that! And another thing...."
Ripley sat down to put on her boots. Amanda shot her a glare...that faded when she realized who she was talking to, and froze in a nervous smile when she saw the older woman's expression. She grabbed Harry by the arm and dragged him off, still bitching at him. Harry, for his part, looked back over his shoulder at Ripley with an expression that shocked her a little.
/Boy looked almost apologetic./
Pulling on her vest, she grabbed the crabs and rose, heading for the cookfire. Ami, Rose and one of the new girls were there working. "I got crabs for your pot, Mama Rose!" she announced as she ambled up.
She gave Ami a grin. "How you doin'--shit, there she is working again. Lemme take a turn when I'm done with these. Oh, and by the way...rich people's kids annoy the shit out of me."
Ami smirked. "Harry again?"
"Oh, he was positively well-behaved this morning! But then Amanda came over. Don't worry, though. They're still both in one piece." Grin.
Then her smile faded. "Harry's getting popular. He's part of that clique of idiots who've decided to hang with Ethan. Including Amanda and another woman--which is so not-bright on their parts it doesn't bear going into."
/I wonder how long until the women in that group find themselves coerced into sex, or worse, because they're too stupid to avoid placing their loyalty with just the sort who would do that to them?/