She glanced over at him, smirking slightly. "See something you like?"
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“Nah,” he said, shrugging. “You just amuse me.”
"I get that a lot." She watched him for a couple of seconds, just looking at him. "So, I never caught your name, cutie."
“I prefer hottie or Pretty Boy,” Draven said with a smirk, “But my name’s Draven.”
"Can't say either of those are wrong." She licked her lips slowly. "I'm Ivy. But most people here call me Poison."
“Nice,” Draven said. “And what gave you that nickname?”
"I once poisoned a doctor's coffee because he kept flirting with me and it pissed me off. Word got around and I got locked in maximum security for a week."
Dray laughed. “Nice. But next time, you should blame it on someone else. Like, lay some clues around that point to a different person entirely.”
"Tried that. Didn't work. These people know me too well. Or maybe I'm just that predictable. Who knows."
“I bet you’re just predictable.” Draven stood and stretched, joints popping like fireworks.
"Yeah probably." She laughed. She just watched him, her eyes tracing over what little of his figure she could see. It's been way too long since I've had company. Much less male company.
He noticed the attention and smirked inwardly, but pretended not to. “So,” he said. “Is poisoning him the only reason why you’re here?”
"Oh no! I'm in here for the brutal murder and dismemberment of 6 people. To be fair, they all deserved it."
"Only six?" Draven raised an eyebrow.
"All exes of mine. I was a little bit of a flirt before I got thrown in here." She chuckled.
"You, a flirt? Never!" Draven said with a grin. He flexed his fingers slightly.
She gasped in mock offense. "How dare you assume such a thing!"
"Oh, I dare," he said with a playful smirk.
"You're asking for it honey, trust me, I do bite." She smirked.
"Aww, I'm honey now? I must say, I preferred cutie to that."
"And I prefer antihero to murderer, but we don't all get what we want, now do we?"
"I should. I'm hot enough."
"Says the arsonist."
"Exactly," Draven said, grinning. "You're the first person who got that."
"I'm a murderer, not an idiot." She chuckled, flashing him a sly grin.
"You sure?" He grinned cheekily.
"Pretty sure cutie."
"But not completely sure?"
"I mean, everyone can be a little stupid so no. Not completely. Because I'm a dumbass sometimes. But I'm pretty sure."
Draven shrugged, bored. "If you say so." He picked up his cuffs and jerkedthem across the ground. Sparks flew, and he smirked.