She scrunches her nose, narrows her eyes at me, then rolls them.
“Fine,” she bites out. “I’ll share my bounty. But it’ll cost you. A hundred bucks. Agreed?”
I nod once.
She swings the door open and waves her hand grandly. “Good. Now take me to this place you speak of.”
Less than five minutes later, we’re behind the clubhouse, in my personal hiding spot. Sitting on three wood pallets stacked on top of each other.
She lights her joint, then hands me another one, along with a lighter.
“Holy shit,” I choke out after the first drag.
She smirks, eyes flicking to me. “Good, isn’t it? Smooth like butter.” She pouts. “Should’ve asked you for five hundred.”
“Where the fuck did you get this? There’s no place in town that sells it. You have a dealer or something?” I ask, taking another hit.
“I grow my own, idiot. Plants are my thing. And this”— she lifts the joint in front of her face —“is my greatest creation.”
Well, shit. I’m impressed. “You should sell this stuff. It’s legal here.”
She chuckles, eyes sparkling as she looks my way. “That would be a fucking dream.” Her smile falters. “I have the skills, Polterbitch, but I don’t have the money to invest. Growing to sell? Expensive as fuck.”
“I bet,” I mutter, closing my eyes for a second. Her stuff’s strong. The effects are already hitting.
I glance at her. “Why were you so rattled earlier? What did Tank do?”
Her spine snaps straight. Eyes narrow. “How do you know it’s Tank?”
I roll my eyes, already feeling the urge to laugh. Shit. Is this the giggly kind? Fuck.
“Of course it’s about Tank, Powerpuff,” I say, cracking my neck.
She turns her face away, sniffing sharply. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbles.
“Want me to kill him?” I ask, voice casual. “I can’t really do that, but I can maim him a little for you.”
Her head whips back, eyes wide. “You’d do that? For me? Why?”
I shrug. “You saved Adora’s life. I owe you a marker. Hell, I owe you as many as you want.”
She exhales, stunned. “Fuck, you should’ve told me that sooner. I’ve got a whole list of assholes I’d like to see buried six feet under,” she mutters, a small laugh slipping out, but she cuts it off fast.
Not fast enough. I chuckle. Then she chuckles again. And suddenly, I can’t stop.
“I’ll at least punch Tank for you,” I say, gasping. “Promise.”
“Holy fuck,” she wheezes. “Can you punch Bones, too?”
I’m full-on laughing now. “Sure can, Powerpuff.”
She starts cackling, eyes bright. “Hell yes! Mindfuck too!” she adds, jumping to her feet. “That guy deserves a good punching.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” I choke out between laughs.
“What the fuck did you give me, Powerpuff? I haven’t laughed like this since Bones tripped over a wire, fell flat on his face in front of the whole club, and his pants ripped open.”
But my laughter dies fast. Pain stabs me in the chest.
