Alicia certainly had a way about her; she always seemed to get what she wanted. It was one of the reasons Calix avoided her like the plague.And she ha... shot him. Twice. He was lucky that he had taken to wearing his armor underneath his clothes. The world was a very dangerous place for him right now; there were far too many people wanting him dead. Including, it seemed, his cousin's widow.He grimaced at the memory. Rico was dead. He still hadn't been able to adjust; he still had nightmares about. "What do my beliefs have to do with it?! I'm just not a fucking slut!" She then had started annoying me, "What the hell is your problem? I'm trying to help. I'm sorry you got broken up with, but you don't need to get mad at me." She followed my reply with, "What? You're being such an asshole about this. You men.. Just because we women don't want to drain your balls doesn't mean we're disposable." Now we had rolled up to her dorm, so she opened the door. "Fuck you, and all the rest of you men!". "S...sure thing."We walked to a corner of the building the lecture hall was in, and Ifinally calmed my nerves enough to get a good look at her; simplystunning. Her outfit was somewhat conservative, a long sleeve, non-buttonyellow blouse, and a white skirt that went to her knees, but with the waythe clothing strained against her curves, it could almost be construed asintentionally provocative by some. Her hair was done up, curly strands ofit falling playfully around, with some over her forehead.. Time to catch up.She snatches the little plastic shot glass Patsy is toting and downs whatever is in it with one gulp. She purses her lips and turns her head aside as she winces, the noxious concoction burning her throat. It’s disgusting.“More!” she shouts and shoves the cup back at her step-sister, laughing.Patsy is keen to oblige and leads her to the kitchen where a makeshift bar has been set up. More shot glasses filled with crude mash-ups of alcohol and other glistening liquids dot the.