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Main Campfire | Afternoon | Sunday | June 12

Nathan wasn't smoking today. Nathan wasn't drinking or rolling a joint or doing anything illegal that would have gotten him arrested if he didn't live on an insane fucking island where crime seemed to be embraced or, at least, tolerated.

No, Nathan was standing up the lit campfire (it might have been too warm for that but what the hell, he wanted to use his lighter for something) and texting back and forth with Alisha. Why Alisha, he didn't know but she'd been the one who returned his first text.

Of course, the subject of their conversation wasn't very, well, normal. Proving that Alisha really didn't think of Nathan as a friend, she was actually texting him with challenges of jumping into the fire and testing out how long he could last if he avoided the whole stop, drop and roll thing. Nathan kept threatening to take that dare but man, that fire looked really fucking hot.

And then Alisha was calling him names, questioning his masculinity and telling him she was going to tell everyone else that he couldn't even stand a little heat. Nathan wondered what he'd get if he did take the dare, Alisha said she'd let him touch her and go with it and now Nathan was...still staring at the fire.

It just looked really fucking hot.

[Campfire's open and no, he is not going into the fire, I promise. Way too hot.]

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"Oooh, sisters?" Oh, his brain was not even thinking of all the bad things this could lead to. He was just thinking of all the good things that could come of hot sisters. He'd never been in the middle of a sister sandwich before. "And would you and your sisters be wearing...nothing more than a smile?"

Oh, he could hope.

"Not yet." Which wasn't entirely a lie. You had to wash off afterwards. "But you'd be, a Mord'Sith on each arm." Holding him down so he couldn't struggle.

"And just what is a Mord'Sith?" Nathan wondered, giving her a lazy smile. "Sounds like some disease of the rectum. Not attractive at all. Is it some kind of kinky sex toy that I just don't know about? Because, honestly, that'd be a fucking rare discovery since I tend to know it all."

"The Mord'Sith are the sisters of the agiel." Years of training was the only thing keeping that a silken purr rather than through gritted teeth. Cara raised her eyebrows. "We're the ones who would be gelding you." If only. If. Only.

"So, do you and your sisters, do you guys ever get a little...freaky when there's no strapping young man around like me?" Nathan asked because he was a fucking idiot. "Nothing wrong with getting inappropriately close to someone you love. It's totally natural."

He was, and they had, but that was none of his business. "I thought you wanted to find out about gelding?" Which he was ever closer to discovering first hand. "I hadn't even gotten to the best part yet."

"Oh yeah?" Of course he still wanted to find out about gelding. The curious part of him was overwhelming the part that was giving off loud warning signs about Cara and her intentions. "What's the best part?"

He really should have listened to that part. Cara leant in even closer. "The best part is when I reach down, take hold of your cock, and then..."

Yeah, he really should have listened but when had Nathan done anything intelligent in his life? He didn't use his brain when he should have been using his brain. He thought with the wrong head.

"And..." Yeah, sounding eager was probably fucking stupid too.

"And then, I cut it off." Maybe Cara should have specified just who this was the best part for. "Heated blade, so you don't bleed out."

Nathan's grin turned into a look of pure horror. "That's fucking gelding? Why would any bloke with a brain in his head let you do that? You cut off a man's dick, you take away his identity!"

Cara's work here was done. "A man with a brain in his head wouldn't call a Mord'Sith a whore to begin with." Not where she could hear him.

And there were...people who would have been disappointed in her for that little performance, but it wasn't like any of them were here to tell her so.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know you're Mord'Sith?" Nathan asked, shaking his head. "You knocked on my door and said you were a bank and tossed your tits in my face and talked about interest rates. I was calling it like I see it, mate!"

Details, Nathan, details. "Then unless you're in a brothel, maybe you shouldn't call any woman a whore," Cara suggested, eyeing his healing nose in a far too interested manner. "Regardless of her interest rates."

"I bet I wasn't the first person to make that mistake!" Nathan insisted, waving a hand at her. "Fuck's sake, it's not like I threw money at you and expected anything! I didn't go that far!"

"You should consider yourself lucky for that." Because obviously his better judgement wasn't involved.

"You were kind of a rude bank, you know," Nathan declared, shaking his head. "Why anyone would give you their money when all you'll do is kick them if they disagree with you has turned me off to banks for fucking ever."

Cara did not actually overly care about banking.

"I don't kick people who disagree with me." She did other, much worse, things.

"Well, I fucking disagreed with your unethical banking practices," Nathan decided with a nod. "You are not a good bank and you deserved people mistaking you for...other things!"

Just because other her had been obsessed with banking didn't make her unethical. "Would you care to repeat that?" Cara asked, far too sweetly, as she fingered an agiel. "You can find out what I do do to people who disagree with me."

"Are you seriously this aggressive because someone fucking disagrees with you?" Nathan asked. By now, he'd started to figure out that just saying the first thing that came to mind wasn't going to work. "So, if you like chocolate ice cream and someone likes vanilla, are you really gonna rip their heads from their body and drink the flowing blood?"

So, he could be taught!

"Of course not." That would be wasteful. Plus she didn't care either way about ice-cream. "But if they choose to disrespect and insult me in the process, then it's on their own head."

"Your coping skills need work," Nathan quipped, shaking his head. "You could just walk away and be the bigger person. I'm sure you would respect yourself more than ever if you did that."

And maybe lives would be saved.

It wasn't like she'd ever really had the opportunity to learn healthy coping mechanisms. Plus she hadn't even hit Nathan or anything like that. Yet.

"I can respect myself fine when my enemies are bleeding on the ground." After all, self-respect and self-esteem were completely different things.

"So, you'd rather break someone's neck then getting to know them with civil conversation?" Nathan asked, raising an eyebrow. "You might be missing out on a lot of quality interactions, um, girl."

Yeah, he was just realizing he didn't know her name.

"Bank girl."

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