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It’s obvious she’s not supposed to be there. She can get away with it because most of them know Vi, therefore, they know her. And they like her. She’s the fun sister, the flirty sister that doesn’t have a stick up her ass, and is at least more approachable than Vi has ever been.
Really, she just has to flutter her eyelashes and laugh at all the old man jokes, all the crass remarks, and nobody cares. Nobody but Vi. Which is why she bothers showing up in the first place. She just has to make nice with the pigs until her sister gets there and throws a fit like usual.
She’s pulled away from a dull conversation in the midst of sipping a beer that she really shouldn’t be having when she hears her name, all pissed off and annoyed. Just what she was waiting for.
“Jinx.”
She smirks, turning around and finding her older sister looking very angry charging towards her. The man next to her looks at Vi for only a second before he slides away.
“What the hell did I say about coming here?” Vi asks in a not so subtle whisper. She’s grabbing the smaller girl’s arm, looking down at her with cold steel eyes, that snarl on her face as familiar and irritating as usual.
“You haven’t been answering my texts or calls,” Jinx shrugs. It really is that simple. Vi should know by now that if she’s going to go out of her way to ignore her, then she’ll go out of her way to chase after her.
“I’ve been working.”
“Yet you’re here.”
The scowl on her face predictably grows. Jinx’s never been intimidated by it, which is no doubt Vi’s goal. She looks like a big angry kitten and she has to bite her lip to stop from laughing. Vi’s not even in uniform like some of the people in the bar are.
“I had a long shift, I just needed to clear my head.”
“Okay,” Jinx says with a shrug. She’s still testing the hold Vi has on her, but her sister is just too strong. “Then calm down and have a beer with me.” she nod’s to her kidnapped bottle sitting negletted on the counter behind her.
“My coworkers are here. I really don’t need you making me look bad just so you can get your kicks.”
When Jinx just rolls her eyes and looks languidly around the bar, Vi takes a moment to study her. She’s wearing that slutty halter top, the one that shows off an enticing sliver of firm white stomach and tight pants that could have been painted on. Did she really come out here just to get Vi’s attention? Does she usually look like this when she goes fishing for Vi’s attention?
“I’m guessing this is about mom?” Vi asks.
“No. She's fine.” At Vi’s quirked eyebrow, she reiterates. “You know. As fine as mom can be.”
Vi nods, her body deflating, her demeanor growing awkward. “Then…”
“It’s been like three months,” Jinx says. “And you haven’t answered one call and you barely respond to my texts. I’m not allowed to see my sister? Not even allowed to talk to her?”
“That’s not true, I told you-”
“Yeah,” she waved her away. “You’re busy. Always so busy. Busy being a cop, busy drinking, busy with your failure of a marriage-”
“Me and Cait aren’t married.”
“-busy, busy, busy.” Jinx chirps off, glad that particular barb caught onto Vi like she wanted.
Vi’s eyes flick over nervously around the room as Jinx gets louder. A lot of her cop buddies have started snickering, like they’re listening in on a lover’s quarrel.
“Come here,” Vi mutters, pulling Jinx away from the bar and leading her outside.
When she sees she’s being pulled over to Vi’s car, she twists out of grip again. “I’m not being chaperoned, fat hands, I’m an adult. Unlike you who ignores all of her problems.”
“Not ignoring my problems,” Vi says, still getting in the smaller woman’s face. “Dealing with them right now.”
“Wow, ice cold.”
Jinx lets herself be pushed into the car, where Vi traps her. She could probably wiggle her way out. She’s got her slippery ways, but she stays put, and lets her sister’s faux intimidating aura wash over her.
Once Vi has overpowered her, the older woman relaxes, her tense shoulders stooping down just the tiniest bit. “Let me take you home,” she says after a breathless moment. She sounds less aggravated and more resigned, more soft.
Jinx scoffs and looks away from her sister’s way too earnest face. “I don’t want to be home, obviously.”
Vi studies her, looking conflicted.
Jinx pouts up at her. “Take me to your place, please?”
“Jinx…Cait-”
“Vi. Just… Be my sister right now, please? I need you. You owe me, asshole.”
She see’s Vi’s defences crumbling and goes in for the kill. She steps close, cozying up, blinking up at her with her best baby blues. Vi never could ignore a damsel in distress.
The car ride is quiet. One of Vi’s tapes is playing, a band from when they were kids. It’s probably been swimming in her car for years now. Jinx watches the late night pass by, occasionally chancing glances at Vi, who stares straight ahead. Her hair is all combed back and slick looking. It used to be wild and shaved at the sides when she was younger. A lot of things about Vi have changed since they were younger.
When they get to the suburban hell that is Vi’s neighborhood, pulling up to one of the copy and paste homes, Vi lays down some law.
“She’s asleep, so… just be good, okay?”
“I’ll be good,” Jinx says out of character and sincere looking, flashing her big bambi eyes.
Vi no doubt knows all her tricks by now, yet she will fall for them every time. Jinx has always liked that about her.
The house is the same as ever. Big and bland and white. There’s expensive looking stuff everywhere that looks like it would be more fun to break than it would be to own. Nothing speaks Vi, though Jinx doesn’t know what would speak Vi honestly. Her room back at the trailer park was just cluttered with the usual teenage stuff. Posters of cars and half naked women that Jinx has now comedered. Hard to tell what makes up adult Vi, only now she’s more strict. More evasive.
They take off their shoes by the door and quietly make their way to the den. Jinx has only been here a couple of times. Isn’t fully familiar with the layout. Last time she was in the den, it was basically a big couch and giant TV, empty of everything else. Now it’s more filled out, a bit more messy but not by much. Jinx notices the couch is made up with blankets and pillows.
Vi stops by a shelf that holds an array of bottles and glasses, pouring herself a neat whiskey. So typical, but Jinx likes watching her do it. It feels routine and comfortable.
“Let me have one,” Jinx asks, casually sauntering up to Vi, looking past her shoulder at the amber liquid.
Vi has a slow drink, eyes shooting back at Jinx.
“Fix it yourself,” she says eventually, walking away with her glass.
Jinx hums in victory and starts eyeballing the labels on all the bottles, before settling on making herself something that doesn’t taste like gasoline. She’d prefer a straw, but whatever. She turns around to watch Vi settle on the couch where she leans back, arm spread out on the cushion, one leg thrown over the other. She looks slightly relaxed. Jinx can see her getting off the clock and getting into this exact pose. Except, Cait would be there, not Jinx.
Thinking about that woman sours her a bit, so she slinks off to stand over Vi, watching her. She notices the blankets again, notes how unkempt they are, like someone had just recently rolled out of them. “What’s with the spread?” she asks. “You had a guest over or something?”
Vi is quiet and looks at the blankets like she’s only now just noticing them. Her face is carefully guarded as she slugs down another drink.
“… I’m sleeping in the den,” Vi says.
Jinx’s eyebrows shoot up, her mouth parting in shock before she’s grinning like a hyena. “What’d you do?”
“I didn’t do shit.”
“Flirt with another bitch? Not putting out? What?”
“Well, it’s not really any of your business, so…” Vi drinks grumpily, which only makes Jinx more delighted.
She hovers over her on the couch, looking down at the crown of her head. “Don’t be like that,” she says, sucking the venom out of her words, “Everything okay, sis?”
Vi is quiet as she takes another drink, and Jinx takes that as a signal to drink hers, eyes peeking at Vi over the glass the whole time. She can see their reflection on the flat screen of the tv. What a murky picture they make.
Jinx climbs over the couch to plop down next to Vi despite her grumbling so they’re sitting shoulder to shoulder. She chugs down the rest of her drink and sets the glass on the big fancy coffee table with the weird glass top so she has both hands free so she can touch Vi, because that’s really what she wants to do right now.
She plays with her stupid hair, humming all the while. She messes it up, gets it free from that slicked back ‘professional look. Vi lets her.
“I’m fine. I’m the one who decided to sleep on the couch for a couple nights.”
“So… something Cait did then?”
“No, Jinx,” Vi drones. Another drink. Her eyes are hazy. “We’re just… I don’t know. It’s shit relationships go through, I guess. You know, normal adult relationships. We’ll be fine.”
Jinx’s ears ring at the way Vi says ‘normal adult relationships’. It feels loaded and hot. She ignores that though.
“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me? You didn’t want to tell me about your relationship woes?”
“It’s not like I’m ignoring you on purpose,” Vi grunts.
“Look at me.”
Vi does, not looking happy about it.
Jinx studies her, touching her hair again, ignoring the gel in it. “I’m sorry,” she says eventually. Vi nods, a visible lump in her throat. She can imagine that little voice in Vi’s head whispering to her to behave. “Do you want me to help you feel better?”
Vi’s jaw is tense, Jinx can feel it flex as she holds her face. She notes the light dusting of freckles, the gray eyes. Uneven jaw, and broken nose.
Vi shrugs from her touch, and gets up. Her face is unreadable, and as she walks away she only mutters out a “Need ‘nother drink.” before trailing after the little cocktail bar again. Jinx sighs, and follows after her.
“Top me off captain.” She holds out her own cup, and Vi pours the whiskey she’s been drinking in until the glass is half way full.
When Jinx makes a displeased face, Vi barks out a laugh. It’s real and genuine so Jinx forgives her for the whiskey, and drinks it with scrunched eyes.
“Bleh,” she spits afterwards.
“You wanna drink then you’re gonna drink like an adult,” Vi says, her mood lightening. “None of that pussy shit.”
Jinx rolls her eyes. “You’re no better than those dudes who think they’re better than you because they drive giant pick up trucks and drink watered down beer.”
“No,” Vi disagrees with another healthy drink. “I’m better.”
And yeah, that’s true but Jinx likes to knock her down a couple pegs when she can. Sometimes Vi’s ego can be so inflated you would think she’d float away. It maybe didn’t help that Jinx and the other park kids practically worshiped Vi as some kind of hero back in the day.
While looking around the room, Jinx’s attention is caught by an open case and something shiny. She wades over, heart rate spiking when she sees it’s a gun case and it’s holding a heavy looking revolver with a long barrel. It’s sitting sort of haphazardly on the patting, like it was taken out and Vi was too lazy to put it back in properly. Jinx is not too unfamiliar with guns. She and Vi used to hunt with their dad all the time when he was still around, but she’s never weld something like this before, or even seen one in person. The gun Vi usually wears when on duty is totally different. This one looks so intimidating. She makes sure the safety is on, then checks the chamber. It’s completely empty. And just as heavy as it looks.
“Shouldn’t this thing be locked away or something?”
Vi does a double take when she sees Jinx is holding the gun, waving its length around casually.
“That’s not a toy,” she says.
Then, she stops dead in her tracks, her shoulders stiffening when Jinx points the weapon right at her, and pulls the trigger, a deceivingly soft click following after.
“You fucking maniac,” Vi breathes out roughly, clearly in distress. She forces the gun from Jinx’s hands, pushing her against the dresser.
They stay like that, Vi pushing the gun out of reach.
“It’s not loaded,” Jinx states simply. Then, eyebrows raised and a challenging grin, asks, “You scared?”
They stare the other down, and when Jinx is reaching for the gun again, Vi lets her, but stays pinning her to the dresser with her weight, shadowing over her. She eyes her with her dead metal eyes while drinking, like she’s interested in what Jinx will do. Jinx holds the gun again, the weight now strangely comforting. She wonders why Vi even has this. Home defense? Maybe just to feel powerful. Vi has always liked feeling powerful.
She trails the barrel over her sister’s defined arm, tracing up up up, digs it into Vi’s shoulder, following the slope there, and then her neck. She rests the gun against Vi’s temple. Point blank. If it was loaded, and Jinx wanted to, she could decorate this boring den with her sister’s inside meat. She’s sure Vi has a lovely brain. Maybe not the healthiest, her parents don’t seem lucky in the department of pumping out mentally sound children, but lovely regardless. Jinx has always wanted to pick it, understand it.
“You scared?” she repeats.
“It’s not loaded,” Vi scoffed. Now brave all of a sudden.
I saw you flinch.
“You’re the one who told me to never ever point a gun at someone, even when it wasn’t loaded.”
“Accidents happen,” Vi says. The barrel is being dug into her head even more. “I already told you it’s not a toy.”
“Yes,” Jinx jokingly agrees. “Serious business. Very serious.” The metal of the barrel caresses Vi’s face, tickling her cheekbone and moving down to rest against her plush mouth. When Vi moves her face away, the gun follows.
“You secretly want to blow my head off, don't you?” Vi asks, sounding amused and serious all at once. Maybe she really believes that. But if it was true it would be like the way you want to squeeze a baby’s cheeks. Cute aggression. Jinx loves Vi so much she’d blow her head off.
“Mm. That what you think?”
Vi says nothing. Just looks down at her. Her steel eyes seem to soften a bit. She has big eyes, and dark lashes. Jinx smirks, pulls the trigger again. Vi shakes, shoulders jumping before she sits still, eyes closing one tense second. She calms herself, and the next pull of the trigger, the next deadly click, Vi takes it with nothing more than a steady breath, now conditioned to the feeling. Jinx laughs to herself, moves the gun down to her lips. Vi instinctively tightens them closed, denying access.
“Open up sis.”
She can see the growl hidden in her jaw, the ‘go to hell’ that she would usually be subjected to, but Vi doesn’t snap like she probably wants to. She’s being a very good girl for Jinx. It’s because no one knows what Vi wants better than her. There’s just no running from the facts. She presses the cold hard tip more insistently against her sister’s lips, and Vi’s mouth goes lack, her eyes go just a bit hazy, and Jinx has access to her mouth. She pushes the barrel of the gun just barely past her pink lips, getting it all wet, making her taste metal. She pushes in more, hears Vi gag and stops, letting her get adjusted to the intrusion with a cocky smile. She can be rest assured that Caitlyn has never and will never do this.
When she’s satisfied with Vi’s obedience she retracts the gun, and Vi breathes out shaky and relieved, some drool clinging to her lip.
“You look like you liked that,” Jinx says. She’s thrilled, she’s excited, the room feels electric. The whiskey is very present in her head.
Vi shakes her head, but she looks like she’s having trouble speaking. She looks annoyed at herself. She looks like she’s toppling over to the deep end of tipsy. If they kissed right now, would she taste metal? Maybe a mixture of metal and whiskey. Vi is holding onto her hips, her grip rough.
And then a door is opening, and the carpeted steps that lead to the den are creaking softly.
Jinx casually and carefully sets the gun down on the dresser.
“Vi?”
Vi stills. She seems unsure of what to do with her hands on Jinx’s waist for one frazzled second but she keeps them there, her touch loosening just a bit.
“Babe,” she says, sounding so casual Jinx doesn’t know whether to be impressed or not. “Did we wake you?” even her slur has been tempered, voice a little higher.
Caitlyn is in a silk night dress, standing with her arms crossed at the door. She looks curiously between the two with tired eyes, Jinx getting the brunt of her appraisal.
“Yes, I heard a bit of moving around.” then, “Jinx,” she greets curtly.
“Heya cup cake.”
Caitlyn’s eyes twist up in subtle annoyance before looking back to Vi, which is when she slowly removes her hands from Jinx.
“Uh, she was having trouble at home, ya know? So, I thought she could crash here tonight. We got carried away rough hosuing. Sorry babe.”
The switch up is immediate. Vi turns into an obedient puppy so easily for this woman. She looks pathetic and goofy and Jinx’s ire is sharp.
“I’m fine. My home troubles have been cured, thanks a lot.” she slips from Vi and creates a little distance. “Maybe I’ll just go home, so I don’t disturb your girlfriend.”
“Jinx..”
Caitlyn’s gaze is still bouncing from her to Vi. It’s a bit unnerving. They weren't even doing anything really. Just… rough housing like Vi said.
“I was just checking to see what was going on,” Caitlyn says. She sounds tired but it doesn’t sound like it’s from a lack of sleep. She just seems tired in general. “You’re obviously welcome to stay, Jinx.”
“Nah, I need to get home.”
“I’ll drive you,” Vi says, sounding all worried.
“Are you okay to drive, Vi?”
Both look up at Caitlyn. Vi is definitely not okay to drive but she sure as hell is good at hiding it.
“Yeah babe, I’m fine. I just had a little night cap.”
Caitlyn looks unsure, and Jinx is starting to boil in this atmosphere.
“Yeah, just, take me home. Sorry for waking you Cait.”
She’s making her way upstairs. Caitlyn reluctantly moves to make way for Jinx, Vi following at her heels. She hears some hushed words spoken between them but Vi moves on. When they’re outside, heading for the car, Jinx faces Vi.
“Give me your keys.”
Vi’s brows lift up. “I can drive,” she says.
“I don’t care what you think you can do. Give me your keys.”
Vi ignores her, pushing her to the passengers side. “Don’t be dramatic. Get inside.”
Jinx does, huffing in annoyance.
When Vi gets into the driver's side, she has this shit-eating grin that has a weird menacing tilt to it.
“What?” Jinx asks.
“You made me take you to my house. You went to the bar where my co-workers are.”
“Whatever,” she sighs, looking out the window.
“I don’t even know why you’re pissed at me.”
“You kind of generally suck.”
“Ouch.”
Vi’s still smiling for some reason. She must be drunker than Jinx thought. Whatever. Let them crash.
They get to the trailer park without any issues. That same tape is playing. They don’t speak to each other.
“Where’s mom?” Vi asks, looking around for her car when they approach the unit.
“I dunno. I never know.” Then, “Want to come in? She probably won’t be back until later in the morning.”
“I’m not avoiding her,” Vi weakly protests.
“Come in.”
So Vi does.
They walk into the trailer. It’s pretty much been unchanged since Vi left. Jinx takes her sister’s hand, and leads her to their old room. It really feels like Vi shouldn’t be here, but Jinx couldn’t explain why that is. Their mom is always going on about Vi, how she misses her, how she’s proud of her for ‘making something of herself’. Maybe if she knew the kind of stuff her and Vi have done, then she wouldn’t be so dazzled and proud of her. Oh well. This particular sin requires the both of them. No innocent parties, no sir.
Soon enough, they’re in Jinx’s room, which has never fully felt like her room, despite Vi’s absence. The light is off. Both are quiet for a moment, waiting for something to happen.
“Sorry for bothering your girlfriend,” Jinx says, not meaning it, but unable to stand the silence.
Vi shrugs. “Whatever.”
“What’s the real reason you’re sleeping in the den? Like, you guys had a fight, right?”
Another annoying shrug.
“I don’t even know why you stay with her. Do you guys even like each other half the time?”
“She’s good for me. Keeps me on track and stuff.”
“If you want a mom you could have just stayed with ours.”
Vi laughs at that, but it sounds mean and twisted. She forces Jinx to look at her, twisting her chin towards her. She kisses her. It’s sloppy and rough, but Jinx falls into it, humming into her sister’s mouth. Yes, this is what they should have been doing hours ago.
When they part, Vi whispers a hushed, “I’m sorry.”
Jinx doesn’t know what she’s apologizing for exactly, but she doesn’t want to hear it either way.
“Blow me, as a penance.”
Vi nods, instantly crawling to the floor so she’s kneeling between Jinx’s legs.
She lets Vi clumsily unzip and drag down her way too tight pants, lets her tear off her tiny panties.
Her mouth is hot, incessant, all encompassing.
“Mm, pigs sure know how to eat.”
Vi doesn’t even bat her eyes.
Sometimes Jinx wishes she could peek into Caitlyn’s head once in a while, just to see if Vi looks at her the same way she looks at Jinx.
“Hey,” Jinx whispers afterwards, swimming closer to Vi on over the sheets. This all felt so familiar. The tiny dark room, both of them huddled on a janky bed. “Remember the first time we… did stuff together?”
She can see Vi’s eyes open slowly in the dark.”Yeah,” she says, voice rough and low, barely heard.
Jinx plays with her sister’s hands, feeling at the rough palms and calluses, holding them in her own. “I miss it,” she confesses, knowing it won’t really matter in the end, that Vi will listen to her and then things will return to how they always are. But it feels good to say, and it feels good when Vi pretends to care. “When we used to sneak around behind mom’s back and stuff. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I think it’s you before I forget you don’t live here anymore.”
“Jinx…”
They lay in silence, Jinx’s words hanging above them. She watches Vi’s eyes drift, maybe guiltily but it’s hard to make out.
“You’re not trying to leave for real, are you?
Vi shakes her head. “Of course not.”
But before Jinx can ask more, before she can make herself seem even more needy, Vi gently breaks free from her sister’s hold on her hands, and pushes close before kissing her breathless. Jinx revels in how she’s pushed down. Her head gets fuzzy when she notices the sturdy weight of her sister holding her down. It’s basically always been like this. Vi will let her wiggle around and play at being able to free herself, but in the end it’s up to Vi, and Vi will very eagerly put her in her place. When they were kids, the fighting was always fun, but to Jinx, it was always a means to an end, to get her sister to trap her, roll on top of her, force her still. Like a weighted blanket that made you feel funny between your thighs. If Jinxs ever saw a therapist they would probably say some shit about feeling security in being pinned down. Jinx doesn’t know, she doesn’t care about the reason. She just wants it.
“I miss it too,” Vi whispers. She kisses all along Jinx’s jaw, her tongue a heat seeking missile that dips down to the hot vein that runs down her slender neck. Jinx gasps. Her eyes close at the sultry tongue and playful bites to her sensitive skin. Her sister is so hungry.
But this is just play. Vi has her house, her girlfriend who will probably be her wife one day, her stupid job. Jinx is like an unloaded gun. Something shiny and fun to play with, no consequences for pulling the trigger because it was never loaded to begin with.
That’s okay, Jinx thinks. I’m a gun.