The glow of the street lights glided over her face and past the windshield as she neared the intersection, pulling an immediate right turn, unsignaled. Nobody was there, so why bother? The rabbit spit a piece of cherry gum out of the driver's side window as she sped along. Mac was off on one of her other odd jobs...the shit she had to do to cover for her fuckups, Kris thought as she blew through another intersection. Mac had made this out to sound like some kind of gravy train but so far it was...well, it was a lot like work. Kris wasn't in it for work. She wanted a few quick hits here and there before getting back to her life of leisure, so rudely taken from her when her parents cut her off. Sort of, anyway. Daddy was still paying for her apartment, he always was soft, but the entertainment budget, for the first time, was all on her. So Mac says they can sneak inside this old building, get out with some of the product and flip it the next day for a big payout. Sounded great in theory but in practice, those guys inside were fucking animals. Sure, they always let the girls go when they were done with them, all too eager to let them try again some other night...but it was wearing thin. Kris was sick of following Mac's grand 'plans' only to end up in the same spot almost every time.

She pulled up to the curb, about a block away from the warehouse. With Mac gone, Kris figured it was the perfect chance to do things her way. Better yet, this time the score was all hers. What Mac didn't know didn't hurt her.? And besides, Kris was doing this one herself, so...she earned it, not Mac. People were always talking about 'earning' things, that noise might as well be good for something. She stepped out of the car, trotting the rest of the way to the building. Just get in and get out, nothing to it. The long-ear had learned from her excusions to mom's purse that the longer you fuck around with it, the more likely you are to get caught. That was Mac's problem, spent too much time fucking around, too much planning, too much sneaking around. The old one wasn't that fast. The young one wasn't that bright. Just get in and get out. The converted apartment building loomed over her now, hulking in the dark as she snuck around to the back, looking for a way inside.

~~~

Mac slumped through the door to their shared apartment, heading right for the refridgerator. Yanking open the door, screw it, she brought the pitcher of juice right to her lips and started drinking. Why not, she's the one who made it, of course. She glanced over her shoulder, calling out into the unusually quiet apartment.

"Hey, Kris."

No answer.

"Krissy? Girl, where you at?"

Still nothing, and now slid the pitcher back onto the bottom shelf and swung the door shut before stomping toward the bedrooms. If that girl was already in bed...well, it'd be pretty on brand. She usually stayed up late but the whole 'doing nothing for nobody' part was right on. Mac peeked down the hallway, and could see the rabbit's bedroom door was open. Bed was empty. Well, where was that doe? They needed to discuss plans for the next hit and more importantly, convince Kris not to fuck them up.

With a sigh, Mac fished out her phone from her pocket, dialing up the rabbit. It was ringing. The rat's eyes listed impatiently around the apartment, waiting for her partner to pick up. Just before voicemail, the line opened up.

"...Yo."

Mac raised a brow at the sound of the male voice. "Hello? Who's this?"

"I dunno. Mrm...whose this?"

"Asked you first, boy," the rat bit back, noticing the labored breath under the stranger's voice.

"This ain't nobody."

Mac glanced at the display on her phone. No way she had the wrong number, she made the call directly from her s list.

"Ain't this Kris's phone? Where's she at?"

"Oh, right. She's busy."

Mac could hear that repetitive slapping noise in the background. "What do you mean she's 'busy?' She there or not? You steal her phone? Who the fuck's this?"

"Nah, she's here. You want her?"

"Yeah! Already said so!"

"A'ight. I'll put her on."

Mac scowled while listening to the phone being ed. After a moment she heard some muffled sounds, like something being rubbed up against the microphone. After that came the other sounds, the breathing, some kind of feminine...panting. Whimpering, squeaking.

"Ogh...a-agh...! Mm...! Ung...fu..."

"Kris? That you?" It sounded like the rabbit's voice but she wasn't making any sense.

"M-Mac...I...agh...ung...sh-shit...oh, f-fuck...!"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"...Damn girl, I catch you at a bad time? You got a date or something?"

"Ffffff....ogh...hugh....! MmMmMmMm...! I...I need...agh...."

Mac narrowed her eyes now, starting to put it together. "Kris...Kri - KRIS! Where are you? Where'd you go tonight?!"

"She gonna have to call you back," said the male voice again, which Mac was starting to recognize. "We about to do something kinda fucked up."

"Andre! That you? Andre! Hello? HELLO? ...Fuck."

Mac slowly lowered the phone, staring blankly ahead of her. That reckless bitch really go over there on her own? Mac glanced back at the apartment door. If Kris was gone then she took the car with her. Mac certainly wasn't going to walk all the way across town to rescue her. Wasn't particularly keen on getting back on another bus. So...

The rat flopped down onto the couch.

Fuck it. Girl decided to run out on her own. And knowing that kid, she was probably fixing to keep it all for herself. So whatever she was getting now, hell, she could have it all to herself.

Mac shifted to a more comfy position. It'd be nice to have a quiet night around here for a change.

This one is also sexual.