#(fight her? fuck her??? both??? idk I want drama & alskjdaos )

[soulsuckrrs]

open to: m/f/anyone plot: y/m & Leslie have a frienemies with benefits thing going on & y/m maybe gave someone info or totally threw Leslie under the bus & she's come calling for some blood.... or something else a little physically taxing to put her anger into (hate fucking??). hmu if you wanna plot more! definitely can get smutty & toxic. connection: another supernatural or criminal. frienemy with benefits.

Leslie was more than known for her temper but this was something more. No one, no-fucking-one betrayed her. Not without severe consequences. With a strong blast of telekinetic magic the door to the other's place was blown open, the wooden barrier turned to nothing but splinters and small chips. The blonde woman nearly snarled as her blue eyes searched the entry and then the rest of the room for the other and when they found them another surge of magic threw the piece of furniture that stood between the two of them away and into the wall with a loud crash. She always had been one for bold entrances.

"You fucking bitch," Leslie seethed, hands moving to press against her hips because if she didn't then she would surely have been throwing them at the other and although she liked coming on strong, she wanted answers and if she'd throw punches she wouldn't stop. She had enough mind to keep her distance despite the path being clear. Old blood was splattered on her clothes and smudged across her cheek near her mouth, a lot of it her own but not all of it. Whatever they had let slip had gotten her ass beat before she'd been able to remove the heads of her attackers. "You. Sold. Me. Out." The words were ground out with malice as she paced two steps further into the place, hands dropping to her sides in fists.