[ Jinx is, admittedly, a couple fruity cocktails deep by the time she invites Caitlyn to face her in the Otherworld. Intent on trying to kill her, sure, at least in an abstract way, ‘cause what else would they do, in each other’s company. Piltover’s princess versus Zaun’s finest. Some things don’t need to change. The lights flash, tinting the world blue and pink and brilliant violent. Jinx dances through the crowds, unbothered even as the shuddering beat counts down to a confrontation.
(For the love of the game, Jinx sheds her coat, decorated in her signature symbols, and drapes it around a girl about her size with a parting kiss. It’d be funny, see, if Caitlyn whacked some innocent before she got to her.)
Whether or not she falls for it, Jinx will greet her at the far end of the dance floor, the only tell of her presence the swish of a nearby curtain (hiding a sex room, naturally). ]
What? No foreplay?
[ Her gun nudges Caitlyn at the small of her back while her free hand flutters to brush the nape of her neck. ]
Geez, at least choke a girl first.
[ Jinx thinks of the poison air now flooding the lungs of every undercity resident. The gas bombs that forced her from the Lanes, pink tears streaming down her face. You won’t even let us breathe, and you think I should let you live? Topsiders feel entitled to everything, don’t they. ]
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(For the love of the game, Jinx sheds her coat, decorated in her signature symbols, and drapes it around a girl about her size with a parting kiss. It’d be funny, see, if Caitlyn whacked some innocent before she got to her.)
Whether or not she falls for it, Jinx will greet her at the far end of the dance floor, the only tell of her presence the swish of a nearby curtain (hiding a sex room, naturally). ]
What? No foreplay?
[ Her gun nudges Caitlyn at the small of her back while her free hand flutters to brush the nape of her neck. ]
Geez, at least choke a girl first.
[ Jinx thinks of the poison air now flooding the lungs of every undercity resident. The gas bombs that forced her from the Lanes, pink tears streaming down her face. You won’t even let us breathe, and you think I should let you live? Topsiders feel entitled to everything, don’t they. ]