Under Dressed for Work. Oh Well. (Open)

Kee had decided to treat her later assignment in a rather…interesting manner. Okay, so maybe that hadn’t been her original plan but it was kind of the only option she had left after the circumstance that she was currently in. Besides, it worked! So that was all that mattered, right? Right. She smirked a bit. Well at least she had worn good stuff last night? Whatever, not like it had mattered if she hadn’t, she could rock it either way. She was gorgeous enough to pull it off and yes the redhead really was that self centered and vain. Oh well.

When had she decided to treat this assignment the way that she was? When she had seen the time on the damn clock when she had woken up. Usually Kee woke up when the sun set, it was like an internal alarm clock. Some Crimsons had that and she had happened to be one of those. She was just lucky that way and it made her more cocky than usual, she never bothered to set an alarm because of her internal one. She also wasn’t even at her own apartment so it wasn’t like she could set that fucker’s clock for him.

And she also hadn’t been thinking about work when she had passed out.

It was likely a testament to how the night before had gone that she had been that knocked out. The fact that she had spent the night before certainly was. And the state of her dress. She had peeled herself out of his bed—after lifting his arm off her body with a serious look of distaste. He had been a good fuck but seriously, no cuddling. Ew. Anyway, she had then set about to put on the damn dress and bolt ot work, despite the thing not being good attire for tracking down humans and get the fuck out of dodge.

Unfortunately, when she had picked it up she had remembered that he had gotten frustrated the night before with getting it off her and the Onyx dude had ripped it straight down the back. A satisfied little smirk played on her lips but, hey, why not? It took her all of five seconds to decide to do what she did next. She wasn’t going out into the forest later after all, she was going scouting around town, one place in particular that had been rumored to be harboring. She was supposedto draw attention.

Well this certainly would.

She pulled on her crimson red bra and panties, being that it was all she had left, followed by the garters and the heels. It was what remained of her outfit and, well, why not. Red heads weren’t supposed to wear red and blah blah but Kee wasn’t a natural redhead and the crimson of her hair actually worked with red, made her more pale but hey, that was striking or whatever, right? Right whatever. She ran his brush through her hair as she glanced at the time again. Fuuuuck. She wasn’t the model tracker, that was certainly true, but she actually hated being late.

And she was a good ten minutes away from being so with a fifteen minute walk ahead of her. Why did she go back to the bastard who lived on the south end’s apartment when she could have dragged him to hers? Because his had been closer to the bar she had been at the night before. Because a girl had to drink after she brought in three fucking new pets the night before. She had earned it. Not that that meant she had a day off. Or did she? Kee didn’t really keep track of those, she took them when she pleased.

Like I said, she wasn’t the model tracker.

She glanced around his apartment and kept digging around in his closet. As much as she didn’t give a fuck, she couldn’t run through town in just her underthings and heels. Plus, running in that would be a bitch and she intended to run. He was dead out, which brought another smug smirk to her lips as she dug. She would have been out too but apparently even though she had worn herself out the internal alarm clock had decided to eventually kick in.

AH HA

She found the black trench coat and pulled it out. It was a bit big on her more dainty frame—she was a runner, not a fighter, hello Tracker, not some Hunter brute—but it worked. She did it up and out she went, without so much as a note. She wasn’t that hard to track down if he really felt all that impassioned about finding her again. She might even let him go another round if she was feeling generous. And he could keep the ruined dress as a momento. Wasn’t she so generous?

And with that, she was off. And somehow the girl actually made it to The Roost in record time. She smirked as she burst into the door. Well fuck. She saluted those that she knew and then, well, she was fucking hot, okay? She had ran the whole way here. And she didn’t care if the Hunters and Trackers—she was on the first floor, of course it was mixed—could see. She undid the trench, put her hands on her hips to push the fabric back, and let her overheated skin breathe for a second. And arched a brow at the one dude who paused to gawk. Yes, yes she did have no clothes on. But she was covered!

Whatever.

She clocked in and then took a deep breath. Only a minute late to actually do the clock. She could deal with a minute late. It was the only thing she actually did right, clocking in. She shook her head and looked around. Now to actually go up to the Tracker floor. And see if there were any assignments she wanted to snag for herself before the newbies got a crack—she had been doing this since the war.

As soon as she felt motivated.

Totally.

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Muse: Epic
Comments: She cracks me up. Seriously.