Fucking hell. Jason hadn’t expected the slap to the face and the quick jab of the knife through tan skin, but he sure felt it now.
Bad girl, Buck had said, that fucking infuriating, smug grin plastered to his face. Jason fucked up, indeed; tried to grab Keith and haul ass out of there - but the warrior hadn’t realized that Hector wasn’t just a bluff and was indeed there to call Buck and get him in here.
… Of which led to the ‘punishment’ for bad 'slaves’ like himself, and now he was getting his blood all over the fucking floor. What a great way to go, because he knows that he’s not going to be able to tend to his wounds.
‘You know, I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me. ’
He speaks through gritted teeth, eyebrows furrowed dangerously low. Jason was not at all pleased by this petting; it was annoying, and downright degrading.
“Wot— turnin’ me arousal on already? Too excited, eh?”
‘Fuck no. Bye. It’s too early for this.’
Even though it was actually in the evening, he was still completely done with dealing for Buck. Prolonged exposure to Australians by the name of Bambi Hughes is bad for the American, so he simply walks away. He is so done.
He pulls back sharply, hissing like a cat that just had a bucket of ice water dumped on it. Jason runs his fingers across the already puffy mark, digging his nails into it, scratching at it until he bleeds. He’d rather have his own scratch wounds than a hickey from Buck, after all.
‘ I am going to fucking skin you. And then I’m going to strangle Hector with your skin. ’
The disgust in Jason’s expression was so evident it made him chuckle. Truthfully enough, Jason was indeed Alice but it was curiosity that got her. Jason was just so gullible and to trust worthy.
”Right then. Red is much more easier ta’ moan in bed than bloody ‘Alice’ but suit yourself.”
He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he took another swig from the bottle.
He continued.
“So wot brings ya’ here, hm? Hopefully ‘bout me knife but I bloody doubt that.”
He turns around for a second, head hung, not wanting to look at Buck. It’d be hard for him to restrain himself from clocking the Australian over the head with the butt of his shotgun, otherwise.
‘ That’s got nothing to do with it, though. Because nobody is going to be moaning anything. ’
Whizzing his body around to face the other, he pointedly glares, as if daring him to try something. Jason was feeling a bit violent today, evidently.
‘ What else would it be about. Of course it’s about the fucking knife. ’
”Huh. You want me ta’ treat ya’ like a woman? Didn’t know that, sorry. But t’s alright. I’m easy ta’ talk to, Alice.”
Not into fairy tales and kiddie stories, then Buck mused that Red would be better and accurate. Innocent and tasty, Sweet little young Red riding hood.
‘ Listen, Dundee, that was not an opening to begin calling me Alice. Or any feminine name, for that matter. ’
Head tilting up to look at Buck from over his nose, Jason gave a huff of disgust. It wasn’t that he liked being called all these names, but he found Alice the most fitting. Falling down the rabbit hole, unable to escape while these mad creatures dragged him further down, a powerful person wanting his head on a silver platter, all that nice stuff.
