itstabbymirae - Tumblr blog

[itstabbymirae]

Tabby giggled helplessly at the relieved look on her boyfriends face. He was so adorable when he panicked. God, how had she gotten through the last few months of not seeing his stupid smile every day? Standing here now, it seemed impossible. 

“I’m not that stupid,” she teased, grabbing three plates in an effort to one up him. “Now watch how it’s done!” Tabby tossed each plate in quick succession, attempting to be fancy. One hit the desired target, one thumped onto the couch in a completely dissatisfying manner and the third clattered against the coffee table again. Irritated, she reached into the cupboard and grabbed for the first glass she could find. Perfect, it was one of those stemless wine glass type things. Easy to smash. She strode over to their target wall, not concerned about the glass beneath her feet as she was still wearing her converse. With a large amount of force, she reached out and smashed the glass onto the wall. It wasn’t until about five seconds into her victory dance that she fully registered the cut down her palm.

“Fuck,” Tabby spat.

Animal I Have Become || closed

As soon as her eyes lit up, Marcus Lee knew what Tabby was about to do. The smile never left his face as he watched the glass hurl towards the bookshelf. Stupid vase, he thought as it fell to the ground. He was happy that now he didn’t have to keep it in his living room. “Just don’t destroy my books, or I might cry,” he warned her, hurrying back into the kitchen for more plates. A sharp pain in his foot caused him to glance down and when he lifted his foot, he saw a spot of blood on the tiles.

“Watch your feet,” he added to Tabby, unsure if she was wearing shoes too. He went into the cupboard above his head and lifted out a stack of plates. He placed them on the counter, grabbed another stack and placed them next to the first lot, and then called Tabby over. He picked up one of the white plates and weighed it on his hand for a moment. “This is basically an overpriced, ceramic frisbee,” he told her. Then he smiled again as an idea came to mind. “Frisbee toss competition!” Unsure of how anyone would win, he flicked his wrist and sent the plate flying. It soared over the counter and the coffee table, and smashed into the wall next to the television. He raised his arms and cheered, then turned back to Tabby. “One point for each plate that reaches the wall.”

[itstabbymirae]

So he had stopped the bleeding? How gentlemanly. Tabby wasn’t going to thank him for stopping something he had unnecessarily started. Instead she simply glared at him while he looked her up and down. Was he contemplating what bone to break next? Or perhaps envisioning something far worse. Tabby wasn’t sure if she wanted to know. She certainly didn’t like the look on his face.

“Going out?” she laughed, appraising his appearance with narrowed eyes. “I hope you’re changing first. You look like shit.” She tried not to visibly shudder at the word ‘surprise’. Tabby hated to imagine what this mans idea of a surprise was. The rope wound around her ankles was tight and she could feel where it was going to leave sore indentations, but she refused to complain.

Once he had walked out, Tabby took a deep breath. His suggestion of rest actually wasn’t a terrible one. It was the only way to recharge and work on healing her body. She allowed her eyes to fall closed and began to summon every ounce of healing magic she could. Of course there was no way for her to mend her broken bones and reconnect her missing toe, but there was work she could do. As she rested, Tabby felt the wound on her foot closing up, scarring over. Her broken body piecing itself back together as much as it could with simple but strong non verbal magic. 

At some point, Tabby must have fallen asleep because suddenly there was the sound of the door slamming open.

"What the hell is going on...? Where am I...?"

The Evil Within sentence starters:

“Ah, you’re awake.” Marcus crossed the dim room to the girl on the floor, watching her carefully. He dropped down onto his haunches next to her, studying her face. There was a small trickle of blood running down her forehead from where he’d hit her over the head with a baseball bat. Not his preferred weapon, but it was the only thing on hand. “I expected you to be unconscious much longer. No matter.”

Marcus stood gracefully, opening his arms widely and spinning in a slow circle.. “Welcome to my humble adobe,” he said as he turned back, a smile growing over his lips. ”I think you’re going to enjoy it down here.”

[itstabbymirae]

Tabby opened her mouth to question further. However, she only managed half a syllable before she was interrupted by Marcus Lee completely shrugging off the situation. Suddenly his lips were on her neck and her body was acting completely of it’s own accord, with no permission at all from her. Her back arched and she brought her legs up around his waist, wanting to feel him as much as possible. The wine felt like a haze around her mind and everything felt both slowed down and sped up at the same time.

As she moaned softly from the feeling of his lips on her skin, a thought suddenly occurred to her. “My top,” she whispered, breathlessly. Finding words felt impossible through the cloudy mess of her brain. “I can’t exactly take it off while I’m chained up like this, can I?” She managed to get the words out, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

💔

Our muses split up five years ago and suddenly run into each other. Send me ‘💔’ for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours.

Marcus was staring at the girl across the street. It wasn’t something he did often, in fact, he had never stopped walking in order to stare at anyone, let alone a girl. But something in the deep recesses of his mind was trying to come to the surface and it had something to do with her. Marcus realized it was an old memory, something left over from the original owner of this body. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the memory flood his mind and a small smile crept over his lips. Tabitha. That was her name. She and Marcus Lee had dated for a while and split up before he died.

He had been bored, drifting around the small town and hadn’t had anything fun to do since the last murder. Judging by his memories of her, she seemed fun to play with. When he opened his eyes, he found that he’d unconsciously crossed the street and was now standing directly in her path. A tiny smirk pulled his lips to the side as he contemplated the girl walking his way. And at this rate, if she didn’t look up, she’d walk into him in three, two, one… 

“Tabby!” he said, drenching his tone in surprise, a smile perched on his lips.

[itstabbymirae]

As the cool cuff touched her wrist, Tabby felt her entire body tingling. The sensation was extra strong between her legs. Why did wine drunk Tabby enjoy this backwards situation so much? She mentally chastised herself for being at all turned on by her own handcuffs being used against her. Then she simply watched him, curious as he expertly tied her to the bed as if he had done this a million times. Had he been putting these to use in her absence?

Her mouth dropped open slightly at his question and she let out a startled laugh. “Uh, it’s your room. I haven’t been here for five years, remember? Last I know they were in the top drawer over there.” Tabby went to gesture in it’s direction only to remember her restraints. “Also, have you been using these since I left?” she asked, voicing her earlier question aloud.

💔

Our muses split up five years ago and suddenly run into each other. Send me ‘💔’ for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours.

Marcus was staring at the girl across the street. It wasn’t something he did often, in fact, he had never stopped walking in order to stare at anyone, let alone a girl. But something in the deep recesses of his mind was trying to come to the surface and it had something to do with her. Marcus realized it was an old memory, something left over from the original owner of this body. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the memory flood his mind and a small smile crept over his lips. Tabitha. That was her name. She and Marcus Lee had dated for a while and split up before he died.

He had been bored, drifting around the small town and hadn’t had anything fun to do since the last murder. Judging by his memories of her, she seemed fun to play with. When he opened his eyes, he found that he’d unconsciously crossed the street and was now standing directly in her path. A tiny smirk pulled his lips to the side as he contemplated the girl walking his way. And at this rate, if she didn’t look up, she’d walk into him in three, two, one… 

“Tabby!” he said, drenching his tone in surprise, a smile perched on his lips.

[itstabbymirae]

Slowly but surely, the pain began breaking through her haze of unconsciousness until Tabby was fully awake. As far as she could tell, she hadn’t been out for very long. There was a strong ringing in her ears and the sound caused her head to ache, along with every other inch of her body. God, fighting was tiring, but it was the only thing she had left. Tabby did not want to live in a world where she let this stupid man break her.

A small whimper escaped as his boot collided with her wounded foot. Tabby summoned as much strength as she could to pull herself more upright and glared at him. “What are you complaining about now?” she moaned, drowsily.

"What the hell is going on...? Where am I...?"

The Evil Within sentence starters:

“Ah, you’re awake.” Marcus crossed the dim room to the girl on the floor, watching her carefully. He dropped down onto his haunches next to her, studying her face. There was a small trickle of blood running down her forehead from where he’d hit her over the head with a baseball bat. Not his preferred weapon, but it was the only thing on hand. “I expected you to be unconscious much longer. No matter.”

Marcus stood gracefully, opening his arms widely and spinning in a slow circle.. “Welcome to my humble adobe,” he said as he turned back, a smile growing over his lips. ”I think you’re going to enjoy it down here.”

[itstabbymirae]

She rolled her eyes at his warning. As if destroying his books would be at all satisfying. Energised, Tabby bounded around the room, searching for her next victim. There was a half empty glass of Coke Zero abandoned on the coffee table. She shook her head. Marcus Lee had never exactly been the tidiest person. A grin spread across her face as she reached for it, hurling it at the opposite wall and watching the Coke splash onto the carpet as the glass shattered. 

Once she’d had her fun, she followed her boyfriends voice back into the kitchen. “Competition!” she cheered. In these recent months apart, she really had missed their tendency to turn every mundane thing into something competitive. “Yes!” she agreed to the terms and grabbed a plate from the stack. With a deep breath, she shot it in the same direction he had. However, it seemed she hadn’t thrown with enough momentum and it clattered down too soon, smashing apart on the coffee table. Still satisfying, but not enough to earn her a point. “A half point,” she argued, eyes narrowed with a slight pout on her lips. “At least it still smashed.”

Animal I Have Become || closed

As soon as her eyes lit up, Marcus Lee knew what Tabby was about to do. The smile never left his face as he watched the glass hurl towards the bookshelf. Stupid vase, he thought as it fell to the ground. He was happy that now he didn’t have to keep it in his living room. “Just don’t destroy my books, or I might cry,” he warned her, hurrying back into the kitchen for more plates. A sharp pain in his foot caused him to glance down and when he lifted his foot, he saw a spot of blood on the tiles.

“Watch your feet,” he added to Tabby, unsure if she was wearing shoes too. He went into the cupboard above his head and lifted out a stack of plates. He placed them on the counter, grabbed another stack and placed them next to the first lot, and then called Tabby over. He picked up one of the white plates and weighed it on his hand for a moment. “This is basically an overpriced, ceramic frisbee,” he told her. Then he smiled again as an idea came to mind. “Frisbee toss competition!” Unsure of how anyone would win, he flicked his wrist and sent the plate flying. It soared over the counter and the coffee table, and smashed into the wall next to the television. He raised his arms and cheered, then turned back to Tabby. “One point for each plate that reaches the wall.”

[itstabbymirae]

Here he was, somehow still surprising her. Who the hell was this man in Marcus Lee’s body? Tabby’s brow furrowed in confusion. In their entire relationship, she could remember only one time he had tied her up. Both of them had been entirely wasted and Marcus Lee had asked her to call him ‘Daddy’. She had never expected anything like that to ever happen again. After all, he had been so sheepish about it the day after.

A little stunned, and mostly out of curiosity. Tabby slowly handed the handcuffs to him. “And what exactly are you planning to do with those?” she leaned forwards, whispering her words into his ear before nibbling on it lightly. 

💔

Our muses split up five years ago and suddenly run into each other. Send me ‘💔’ for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours.

Marcus was staring at the girl across the street. It wasn’t something he did often, in fact, he had never stopped walking in order to stare at anyone, let alone a girl. But something in the deep recesses of his mind was trying to come to the surface and it had something to do with her. Marcus realized it was an old memory, something left over from the original owner of this body. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the memory flood his mind and a small smile crept over his lips. Tabitha. That was her name. She and Marcus Lee had dated for a while and split up before he died.

He had been bored, drifting around the small town and hadn’t had anything fun to do since the last murder. Judging by his memories of her, she seemed fun to play with. When he opened his eyes, he found that he’d unconsciously crossed the street and was now standing directly in her path. A tiny smirk pulled his lips to the side as he contemplated the girl walking his way. And at this rate, if she didn’t look up, she’d walk into him in three, two, one… 

“Tabby!” he said, drenching his tone in surprise, a smile perched on his lips.

[itstabbymirae]

Squeezing her eyes shut, Tabby could still feel the ominous pressure of the cutters around her toe. At his words, her breathing hitched. Not her dogs. Back at home they still had a chance. Someone could hear the high pitched yapping and find them, malnourished and abandoned but still alive. They could take them to a shelter or care for them. It was over for them if they came here. This man would delight in beating and maiming them in front of her. Tabby could take anything, but not that.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” she hissed. “You can do anything you want to me, but don’t touch--” It was then that the cutters clamped down, slicing through her toe and sending blinding pain jolting through her. Tabby’s words were cut off with a scream that was impossible to keep contained. Her grip on her magic completely fell apart as the combination of the sudden agony and blood loss finally swept over her. Her eyes drooped closed as she lost consciousness. 

Tabby wasn’t sure how long it had been when her eyes flickered open again. Her vision was blurred, but she was definitely still stuck in this nightmare of absolute Hell.

"What the hell is going on...? Where am I...?"

The Evil Within sentence starters:

“Ah, you’re awake.” Marcus crossed the dim room to the girl on the floor, watching her carefully. He dropped down onto his haunches next to her, studying her face. There was a small trickle of blood running down her forehead from where he’d hit her over the head with a baseball bat. Not his preferred weapon, but it was the only thing on hand. “I expected you to be unconscious much longer. No matter.”

Marcus stood gracefully, opening his arms widely and spinning in a slow circle.. “Welcome to my humble adobe,” he said as he turned back, a smile growing over his lips. ”I think you’re going to enjoy it down here.”

[itstabbymirae]

“Fuck yes!” Tabby cheered, bouncing on her toes as she watched the cookie take down the photo frame. Heart pounding against her chest and adrenaline rushing through her body, Tabby thrust her fist into the air before taking the glass from her smiling boyfriend. Her eyes scanned the room, squinting as she took stock of breakable items.

At last her eyes fell on empty vase. She knew this item well. A couple of Christmases ago her mother had gifted it to Marcus Lee. While both he and Tabby had agreed that it was hideous, the boy was too sweet to simply hide it away. So here it was, displayed on a bookshelf. Smirking, Tabby hurled her glass towards the vase, jumping up and down as one hit the other and glass cascaded to the floor--both items destroyed. 

Animal I Have Become || closed

A slightly watery, sad laugh escaped Marcus Lee’s lips and it was only then that he realised he had started crying. He laughed again, a little brighter this time, and wiped at his eyes. “Clothes,” he said, motioning to himself. He was still naked and dripping wet. “And a towel, but I can get those. Maybe just grab those cookies, yeah?”

He waited until Tabby walked out of the room to flop backwards on his bed, eyes closed, and let out a huge sigh of relief. Not so fast, a voice tutted in his head. Ugh. Marcus Lee draped an arm over his eyes dramatically as, in his mind, someone came into sight out of the darkness. What do you want? The man smiled at him, far too widely for Marcus Lee to feel comfortable with. Don’t think I’m done here just because I slipped up, Dark warned him. I intend to get out of here if it kills you. Marcus Lee flinched slightly, but tried to play it off. You wouldn’t dare kill me, you need my body. Dark just chuckled and stepped back into the shadows. A shudder ran through Marcus Lee and he stood up, his body suddenly covered in goosebumps. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself off, threw on some clothes and hurried downstairs to where Tabby was.

[itstabbymirae]

At his words, Tabby felt a tightening in her stomach. He didn’t give her time to speak before pressing their lips together once more. As he sucked on her bottom lip, her breathing hitched and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, twisting her wrists behind his neck. Her left hand dropped down to trace patterns down his back as she began grinding herself against him lightly.

It was at that point Tabby decided to take a chance and break the kiss to reach down underneath the bed. A few moments of feeling around later and, to her surprise, she unearthed the handcuffs she had left here five years ago. She raised them up, letting them dangle between her thumb and index finger. Her eyebrows raised at Marcus Lee, both suggestive and amused.

💔

Our muses split up five years ago and suddenly run into each other. Send me ‘💔’ for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours.

Marcus was staring at the girl across the street. It wasn’t something he did often, in fact, he had never stopped walking in order to stare at anyone, let alone a girl. But something in the deep recesses of his mind was trying to come to the surface and it had something to do with her. Marcus realized it was an old memory, something left over from the original owner of this body. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the memory flood his mind and a small smile crept over his lips. Tabitha. That was her name. She and Marcus Lee had dated for a while and split up before he died.

He had been bored, drifting around the small town and hadn’t had anything fun to do since the last murder. Judging by his memories of her, she seemed fun to play with. When he opened his eyes, he found that he’d unconsciously crossed the street and was now standing directly in her path. A tiny smirk pulled his lips to the side as he contemplated the girl walking his way. And at this rate, if she didn’t look up, she’d walk into him in three, two, one… 

“Tabby!” he said, drenching his tone in surprise, a smile perched on his lips.

[itstabbymirae]

Her panic at the thought of the dogs was impairing her strength, Tabby could tell. The magic she was using to stay strong was wavering, pain and nausea taking over once again. Breathing deeply, she allowed herself a second to slump back against the wall once her fight to keep her wrists free had been lost. Her eyes fluttered closed and she tried to keep her breathing steady. Magic would be completely unusable if she let herself get completely taken over. 

Once she had gathered herself, her eyes shot back open and Tabby glared over at the man. “Are you ever going to tell me what the fuck you want with me?” she snapped, voice still a little shaky.

"What the hell is going on...? Where am I...?"

The Evil Within sentence starters:

“Ah, you’re awake.” Marcus crossed the dim room to the girl on the floor, watching her carefully. He dropped down onto his haunches next to her, studying her face. There was a small trickle of blood running down her forehead from where he’d hit her over the head with a baseball bat. Not his preferred weapon, but it was the only thing on hand. “I expected you to be unconscious much longer. No matter.”

Marcus stood gracefully, opening his arms widely and spinning in a slow circle.. “Welcome to my humble adobe,” he said as he turned back, a smile growing over his lips. ”I think you’re going to enjoy it down here.”

[itstabbymirae]

bisexual witch aesthetic for anon -Mod Jayce

[itstabbymirae]

Want a random starter?

Send a symbol or @ to random generate one…

☕ Coffee Shop!AU
 🎥 Actor!AU 🎭 Broadway!AU 📓 High School!AU
 🗞 Journalist!AU
 📚 Library!AU 🔮 Fantasy!AU
 🔫 Serial Killer vs. Detective!AU
 👻 Dead/Ghost!AU (someone’s dead.)
 🛡 Military!AU
 🐠 Mermaid!AU
 👫 Mindswap!AU
 ☀ Summer Camp!AU
 ⛸ Ice Skating!AU
 🎡 Amusement Park!AU
 🚗 Road Trip!AU
 😇 Angels and Demons!AU
 🎸 Rock Band!AU
 💃 Ballet!AU
 🏺 Demigod!AU

 🏰 Hogwarts!AU
  Superhero!AU
 🐉 Dragon!AU
 ☠ Pirate!AU
 👑 Royalty!AU
 💷 Assassin!AU
 💍 Wedding!AU

[itstabbymirae]

Tabby shivered at his words. “You’ve been following me?” she repeated, almost without realising. It seemed he did know her. She felt herself stiffen at the mention of her dogs. Somehow in all of this it hadn’t occurred to her that she might never see them again. He wasn’t wrong, her family was unlikely to bother much with them now. The three of them would be stuck in her apartment with no one to take care of them. The thought made her the strength of her nausea increase.

She eyed him, trying to keep the nerves out of her eyes. “No preference...” Tabby said. Considering her preference would be to keep all of her toes, she doubted he would like that answer much. “Do whatever you fucking want.”

"What the hell is going on...? Where am I...?"

The Evil Within sentence starters:

“Ah, you’re awake.” Marcus crossed the dim room to the girl on the floor, watching her carefully. He dropped down onto his haunches next to her, studying her face. There was a small trickle of blood running down her forehead from where he’d hit her over the head with a baseball bat. Not his preferred weapon, but it was the only thing on hand. “I expected you to be unconscious much longer. No matter.”

Marcus stood gracefully, opening his arms widely and spinning in a slow circle.. “Welcome to my humble adobe,” he said as he turned back, a smile growing over his lips. ”I think you’re going to enjoy it down here.”

[itstabbymirae]

At his question, Tabby shook her head firmly. A smirk was threatening to form on her lips but she did her best to bite it back. “It’s not cold!” she exclaimed, shaking her head. To prove her point, she kicked up some water in his general direction, giggling as it splashed at him. “Don’t be such a pussy,” she told him, voice softer, more patient despite the words she was using. 

Turning back to look out at the ocean, Tabby made sure to watch him out of the corner of her eye. Just to make sure he didn’t go anywhere. “Anyway, you’re not going anywhere yet,” she said, taking another large mouthful of ice cream. “You’re staying here until your ice cream is gone. I need to time to brainstorm exactly what I’m going to do with you,” she threw a wink in his direction.

Marcus Lee rolled his eyes at his girlfriend. He lifted a spoonful of his own ice cream to his lips, wary in case somehow the ocean spray had tainted it. “I am not a child,” he objected in a very childish manner. He was pretty sure he was close to pouting but he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. He carefully moved his ice cream out of the way of the waves, wrapping it around her shoulders as he kissed her.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he told her as he pulled back from the kiss. Her lips were cold and tasted like chocolate, and he stole another kiss before moving back slightly. “Can I get out of the water now? It’s cold.” He was exaggerating a little; the water had seemed cold at first but his legs were quickly getting used to it. He mostly just wanted to be out of the water before something touched his foot or he got knocked over by a wave. 

[itstabbymirae]

A small gasp escaped Tabby as she felt a tug at her hair and found her head being dragged upwards. Something was different about him, she had thought this repeatedly as their time together had gone on. His growl, his aggression...everything was more than slightly off. She remembered their sex life very clearly, no matter how much time passed. Tabby had yet to find a partner that matched her fucked up kinkiness levels the way Marcus Lee had. Undeniably submissive to her aggressive dom. This wasn’t like that at all, and though Tabby’s brain didn’t know how to feel, the feeling between her legs seemed to be in surprising favour. She blamed the wine.

Heart racing, she bit down on his lip, pulling at it with her teeth. Her hand curled around his neck, tangling in his hair while her other hand wrapped around his torso, pulling his body as close to hers as possible. A part of her was still very aware of his injury, but she vowed just to be as careful as possible so as not to disturb it.

💔

Our muses split up five years ago and suddenly run into each other. Send me ‘💔’ for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours.

Marcus was staring at the girl across the street. It wasn’t something he did often, in fact, he had never stopped walking in order to stare at anyone, let alone a girl. But something in the deep recesses of his mind was trying to come to the surface and it had something to do with her. Marcus realized it was an old memory, something left over from the original owner of this body. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the memory flood his mind and a small smile crept over his lips. Tabitha. That was her name. She and Marcus Lee had dated for a while and split up before he died.

He had been bored, drifting around the small town and hadn’t had anything fun to do since the last murder. Judging by his memories of her, she seemed fun to play with. When he opened his eyes, he found that he’d unconsciously crossed the street and was now standing directly in her path. A tiny smirk pulled his lips to the side as he contemplated the girl walking his way. And at this rate, if she didn’t look up, she’d walk into him in three, two, one… 

“Tabby!” he said, drenching his tone in surprise, a smile perched on his lips.

[itstabbymirae]

The slam of his door rang in Tabby’s mind long after he left. In that time, all she could do was sit there in stunned silence. Marcus Lee had definitely caught her by surprise. She knew he wasn’t stupid enough to think she couldn’t get out of her restraints, but the move was impressive even so. Tabby sat for a few moments, trying to plan her next move. What would be the most fun? If she wasn’t getting any sex tonight then she would have to make it equally as memorable some other way. 

Closing her eyes tight, Tabby let the magic Rack had given her take over. The fire she was feeling in her blood became momentarily tangible and burst through the handcuffs. They slid from her wrists and she climbed off the bed. The high had her a little unsteady on her feet as she grabbed her bra and shirt, quickly threw them on and headed out the door.

The Bronze was a reasonably short walk from campus and it felt almost as if she was floating the distance. Once inside, she spotted his familiar figure at a table almost instantly. Tabby wondered if any of their friends were also around somewhere. “Don’t think I’m letting you get away that easy,” she said lightly, swinging onto the stool beside her boyfriend. “Where’s the fun in that?”

poison kisses | closed

He opened his mouth to reply, to shout or yell, to fire back his own words that would hurt her, but then he stopped. He shut his mouth, his teeth making an audible click, and he stared at her. He stared down at Tabby, who was watching him with such fire burning in her eyes that for a second he thought she hated him. “No,” he said, shifting off of her. “You know what? Fuck that.” He stood up and stuffed the handcuff key into the pocket of his jeans.

He didn’t know if she was drunk or high or what, but he wasn’t dealing with this right now. He quickly scooped up his shirt and pulled it over his head as he walked to the door. “Fuck this and fuck you, Tabby. I don’t have the mental energy to deal with your fucking bullshit and mood swings. I’m going to the Bronze.” And what that, he slammed the bedroom door shut behind him.