Mech Pilot who is surprised with how flattered they are. I mean, I beat you and you sent an assassin after me? Do you really think about me that often? Can we meet outside of work?
Someone was in Jasmine's hab. She unholstered her sidearm and took a cautious step inside.
They had left the door open, tauntingly, which meant that they were either very stupid, or-
"Heyyyyyy, honeybun."
God dammit.
"Get out of my fucking house, Vi."
Jasmine kept her pistol leveled at the woman lounging on her couch.
"You invited me?" She said, innocently.
"I paid to have you killed."
"Same difference? You had to know it wouldn't work."
She was pretty sure, but she liked to hope.
"Get out of my house, Vi."
"Why are you sending assassins after me? Were you thinking about me?" Vi said, a tiny smile on her lips.
"I was thinking about wanting you dead. My house. Out."
This was one of the many, many annoying things about Vi. Gun to her fucking head and she just keeps talking.
"Are you still mad?" She said, pouting. "You know, this is why we broke up."
That was the most annoying thing about her.
They were all contract killers, war profiteers offering quasi-legal services to the highest bidder, and Vi was the worst of the lot because she acted so goddamn cute about it. None of them were trustworthy, but everyone else wore it on their sleeve. Vi was insidious.
"We broke up," She said, seething, "Because you kneecapped my fucking mech in enemy territory."
Vi was sweet, a ray of sunshine in a den of snakes. She'd surprise you on your birthday even though you hadn't told her when it was, she'd kiss you in ways that could make even the blackest heart skip a beat, and then the moment she was better off without you she would stab you in the fucking back.
In Jasmine's case, they had dated for eight months before Vi had decided that she had better odds of making it home from a botched mission if the people tailing them were busy taking Jasmine in while she kept running.
"Noo," Vi said, "I dumped you because when you got back you were all pissy about it. You weren't fun anymore."
"I dumped you, and if you don't get out of my house I'm going to shoot you."
Vi leaned back smugly.
"Nobody dumps me, and if you were going to kill me you wouldn't have paid some idiot to drunkenly bumble into my bedroom and get his throat slit."
"Maybe I thought you weren't worth better."
"Maybe you want me back."
"I don't."
"You should. You loved being mine."
"Until I didn't."
"And now you know better." Vi shrugged. "I'm not saying you should work with me again."
"Why are you still in my house, Vi?"
"Why not? I may be a bad business partner, but you know as well as I do I was a perfect girlfriend. Why'd you try to have me killed?"
Jasmine sighed. "Wanted us to be even, I guess." She holstered her pistol and sat down next to Vi.
"Awww, honeybun~" Vi said, and draped her arm across Jasmine's shoulders.
"I am not your honeybun. This is not us making up." Jasmine grumbled, shrugging her off.
"It could be! So I'm not trustworthy, is that so important? I was very good at the other things!"
"You were good at getting me stuck in a corporate POW camp for two months."
"Ugh," Vi whined, "One time!" She snaked her body along Jasmine's, and purred in her ear. "How can I make it up to you, honeybun? I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Get out." Jasmine hissed, "Of my fucking house."
Vi huffed and got to her feet.
"You're in a mood. We'll talk later." She said, as she finally did as she was told.
"No we won't!" Jasmine called after her.
"We will!" Vi responded, punctuated by the door sliding shut so Jasmine couldn't get the last word in.
She would have to change the locks. Maybe find a better assassin.
Maybe go after her?
No. That's the devil talking.
