by Neen Cohen
She fluttered her bright blue eyes in the lights of the nightclub, taking the drink from his over-eager hands.
He turned, eyebrows knitting. Tomorrow he would wonder where all the money went with no hangover to show for it.
“You make us look bad.” Teara shook her head despite her ruby red smile.
“We are bad, T. Still…looking sweet and innocent isn’t our fault.”
“It will catch up, one day.”
“Fantastic. I can’t wait for the next challenge.”
She leaned forward, her cleavage bringing the next victim closer.
Her nails slit through his throat, flavouring the drink.