“You’re learning,” Graverobber smirked, leaning against the side of the Dumpster. “I don’t trust anybody.”
“Do you trust yourself?” A slight smirk formed on her lips, one leg crossing over the other, her hands gripping at…
“What are you gonna do then, huh?” She hopped down from the dumpster and stood in front of him, placing her hands on her hips. She didn’t look all that intimidating in front of him.
“You’re just going to have to wait and see,” Graverobber said with an evil grin. “I’d come up with some kind of backup plan for money, though.”
A challenge? Rogue was never one to back down from a challenge. That smirk formed on her lips again, “Maybe…you’ve spiked my curiosity now, Graverobber~” She sang his name lightly, crossing her arms under her chest.
“Keep wondering,” Graverobber smirked. “I’m not saying a damn thing.”
She rolled her eyes with a small titter, narrowing her gaze at him, “Maybe I just won’t bring money next time.”
“I reccommend bringing something else to pay me in. I don’t take kindly to not getting my payment.”
“Well, of course.” Her smirk was replaced with a devious little grin, her red hair picking up with the slight breeze, “I won’t rip you off.”
“I appreciate that. A lot of girls think they can get away with that for some reason.” And Amber was the worst. It pissed him off.
“You appreciate something? Surprising.” She teased lightly, patting his shoulder, “You give me zydrate, I will give something in return.”
“Yeah, you will. Money,” Graverobber told her flatly.
She nodded and looked to him, “As long as I can.” She frowned slightly, biting the inside of her cheek. Her parents were murdered from not being able to make their organ payments, how is she supposed to afford to keep this going, “Y’know, I don’t like the fact that you were right.” She glared at him for a moment, crossing her arms again.
“Neither do I, actually. But that’s life. It sucks,” Graverobber said. “By the way, I’m always right. Don’t question it.”
“If you’re always right, try guessing my name.” Her lips pursed as she looked up to him, a slight smile on her lips.
“Rumpelstiltskin,” Graverobber teased her, smirking. “Really, I don’t care. Your name’s not important to me. To me, you’re just another whore.”
Rogue rolled her eyes, though furrowed her brows at his comment, “I’m not a whore.” She raised her head, her nose pointed up in the air as she looked to him, “Anything but. And, I’m going to tell you my name anyway, because I don’t care that you don’t care. You can call me Rogue.” Though she knew he wouldn’t…
“What makes you think I’m going to?” Graverobber scoffed. He didn’t even use his own name anymore.
“Nothing. Because I didn’t think you would.” She mocked his scoff, turning towards him only to hear the clunking of boots near by. And not scalpel slut boots. GENEcop boots, “Hide.”
Graverobber dove back into the bin and pulled Rogue down with him, shutting the lid as quickly and quietly as he could
Quietly, she gasped, listening as the boots came around the corner, stopping for a moment, just like her heart did. She prayed he wouldn’t check the dumpster. She heard a muffled ‘It’s clean’ before the boots took off down the street, a sigh of relief passing her lips.
Graverobber lifted the lid when they were gone. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you’ve never been shoved into the trash before?”
“No, never. Thanks for popping that cherry.” She sat up and made a slight face at the trash. It wasn’t comfortable, that’s for sure.
“If you’re going to be a junkie, you might want to get used to it. This is what happens when you get lucky.”
“I just wanted something to make me forget, and until I find something else, zydrate is that thing. I’m not going to be a junkie.” She sighed softly, knowing that it was too late. She was hooked. She looked at him pathetically. She couldn’t even believe herself.
“Uh-huh,” Graverobber said, clearly not believing her. "And what makes you the special snowflake who can come back for three hits and not get addicted?“