“My partner in crime? Oh, hell no.” She stands up instantly, a scowl on her face. “You’re hot and I’m sure capable of doing this job but I don’t play nice with others. There is no way I’m partnering up with you. It isn’t personal.” The second she sees that stupid old man, she’s going to throttle him for getting such a ridiculous idea in his fat head.
Uh, that’s a bad brand of bleach (O/O)
She picks up the spray bottle of bleach on the pavement over in her hands, scoffing at the name written on the front. "Same here, and I actually tried my darndest to kill him when he told me that I was doing it, but the stupid security guards are really buff" she rolled her eyes as she spoke. She placed the bottle of bleach down on the ground again, standing up again. "The generic brand is a lot better than name brands, just saying" she suggested.
“Are you seriously criticizing my bleach choice? I’ve been doing this for a really long time so I think I know what I’m doing,” She scoffs and grabs the bottle, tossing it at her. That right there is a personal offense. She takes great pride in her work. “You have to clean up now. That’s what happens when you insult someone’s methods. I’m going to go talk to that wrinkly old idiot about this arrangement.” If the guards get in her way then she’ll shout them. It’ll get her in trouble but it’d be totally worth it.
She grabbed her by her wrist, pulling her back and taking her cheek in her hands, kissing her softly, a tenderness there that wasn't there before. She pulled away after a moment or two, looking her in the eyes before dropping her hands to her side. "You made the damn mess, clean it up your own damn self" she smirked, looking her up and down and waiting for her reaction.
She opens her mouth to protest but the words die the second their lips meet. This wasn’t how she was expecting the murder to go but she’s sure as hell not complaining. The kiss ends all too soon for her liking but she doesn’t mention it. Someone still needs to clean up the old dead guy. It’s a bit of a mood killed. “You kill it up and I’ll buy you a drink for your troubles. If you make me clean it up then you may never get to see what’s under these sexy clothes.”
She dips her tongue out onto her bottom lip before biting the plush skin covered in a lipgloss. "You make a tempting offer" she purrs before slinging the body over her shoulder and dumping him in the dumpster just a few feet away, pouring gasoline into his mouth and lighting a match, lighting his head on fire and soon his whole body. It acts as an incinerator as she cleans up the pool of pool on the cement. Once the fire has died down and she's buried the crispy body in a bit of fertilizer and decomposition soil (Legit forgot what it was called) she calls it a day, burning the towels and such along with any other evidence there might've been left from the cleanup. She turns to Charlie, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her deeply again, biting her lower lip and dragging it out before kissing her again, parting just enough to speak. "How was that for cleanup?" she purred, her eyes fluttering closed.