“I don’t think it's a smart idea to talk to my daddy like that.”
The lady's brows pinch in confusion. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You're gonna make my mama mad. And when she’s mad, people get hurt,” Rosie says before walking past her and over to a free table.
A smug as fuck grin takes over my face as Cass snorts.
“I mean, she’s not wrong,” Cass tells her, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and kissing the top of my head.
“Nope. She’s not,” I tell the girl, eyeing her up like she’s my next target.
The girl sputters before taking off.Smart girl.
A new person comes out in her place. He introduces himself as Greg, and right away I love him, and want him to be my new gay best friend. He shows us our options, and I pick a plate because it's the biggest canvas I can work with, with what I have in mind. Cass grabs two mugs.
We head over to Rosie and start painting.
It turns out to be a lot of fun. Greg brought over wine for me, cookies for Rosie, and a cup of coffee for Cass.
“I think I’m done,” Rosie says, putting her brush down. Looking over, I smile as I see her cup. She painted it blue with a pig face on it. “And look!” she says, showing me the little plate that says ‘Mr. Bacon’. “Do you think he will like it?” Rosie asks me, looking up at me with big, blue eyes.
“He’s gonna love it,” I tell her, and a smile takes over her face.
“Wow!” Greg says coming back over. “That looks amazing. Are you all done?” Rosie nods her head yes. “Alright, let’s go get this glazed up, wanna come watch?”
Rosie turns to us. “Can I?”
“I don’t see why not,” Cass says and Rosie hops out of her seat, following after Greg.
“So, what are you doing over there, mystery man?” I ask Cass as I eye up his mugs.
“Almost done,” he tells me, giving his brush a few more strokes before putting it down. “Alright, now you can see.” He turns the plastic placemat around, showing me the mugs. One is black with the word ‘King’ spelt out in red, and the other is red with the word ‘Queen’ spelt out in black. “Since you’re my queen, I think it’s only fair if I’m one of your kings.” The smile he gives me makes me wanna do naughty, dirty things again. And if it wasn’t for the fact that our kid was here with us, I would drag his fine ass into the back to fuck him against the wall.
“Hmmm. I think I like the idea of a harem of fine ass kings on their knees catering to my every need,” I purr.
“Anything you want, it’s yours,” he says, his voice a husky growl.
“Don’t I know it.” I smirk, biting my lip.
“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” He wiggles his eyebrows with a playful grin, and I laugh while picking up my plate to show him.
“Dear lord.” A gasp comes from behind Cass, and I look over his shoulder to see an older lady looking at my plate with pure horror.
“Amazing isn’t it?” I ask her, really proud of my work. Cass snorts a laugh and shakes his head because I know what I’ve drawn isn’t a shock to him. Nothing I do is anymore.
“Is that... is that a person holding a severed head?” she gasps.
“Yup!”
“Why on earth would you draw something so vile?” the lady asks like I’ve gravely offended her. Looking next to her, I see the blonde bitch who was hitting on my man earlier. She’s looking at the plate with wide eyes, then turns to me. So I direct the answer of the question to Patty.
“Because, sometimes there’s people who don’t respect others and need to be put in their place. Sadly, you can’t kill everyone who pisses you off.” I give her a big and fake as fuck smile. The girl looks like she's about to shit her pants.
“That’s... that’s me?” she asks, pointing to the head on the plate that the woman who strongly resembles me is holding.
“I think I got the hair perfect, don’t you?” I ask, looking at the plate, then her.
She says nothing and takes off running to the back of the shop. Queenie is cackling like a loon.Hey, if Queenie was in charge right now, the girl would have had her ass handed to her. She got off lucky.