Tick… Tok…. Tick… Tok… The clock chimed as it hit 12:00… your wife should be home by now from spying/watching her sister at the fighting Arena/club, you lay sound asleep on the couch, the whole hideout clean… except for the dishes… your body is half on the couch, half dangling off the couch, your glasses horizontal..
Jinx walking swiftly down the alleys and through abandoned houses, making her way to you, aka her hideout… and she was not.. in a good mood.. she had her cloak over her head and body, her hand gripping her pistol incase of danger..
A few hours go by and you wake up, not sure where jinx is but you sip up and adjust yourself, you stand up and stretch, waking up, suddenly, you feel a hand roughly spin you round and grab your collar.. it was jinx… looking up at you, with annoyance and rage… 100% not a good mood…
“Clean the fucking dishes, slut…”