Not Such A Good Idea (open)

Charissa giggles. "I'm truly sorry about your friend love... but, it's like telling a bird not to fly, it's instinct." She takes another puff. "Self restraint isn't really possible if you're a succubus..." She said, then looked at Jinx. "For example, do you know how helpless you look in my eyes? The things I would do if I let myself go..." She chuckles sheepishly, then scratches the back of her head. "Yeah... let's change the subject..."

Jinx rolled her eyes, still wrapping. "Man, I didn't know that poor helpless victims turned you on," she stated, gesturing for her to either hold the shirt in place or the gauze. "Subject change would probably be for the best. Keep my mind off of what the hell I'm going to do about this in the morning," she stated, gritting her teeth. The pain was just getting worse. Damn.

Charissa grinned. "I'm sorry. I'm a demon, so it does in fact turn me on." She holds up her shirt for her. "See, I'm helping." She tried to think of something to say. "...So... what kind of things do you do...?"

Jinx rolled her eyes. "I don't know if I should fear for my life or not," she said, nodding. "Now you're helping, I appreciate that," Jinx said, wrapping the gauze the last few times. Then she took a few more pain killers, and made a slow progression to the bathroom to wipe blood from her face and patch up a few cuts.

"What, when I'm not getting my ass kicked in alleyways? I enjoy robbing banks, and when I'm not doing that, long walks on the beach and visiting the Opera," she said, somewhat sarcastically, but laughing all the same.

"How about you, when you're not banging helpless prostitutes to death?" she asked, wincing as she cleaned a cut. "Still okay out there, Blue?" she called.