based on cell block tango from chicago six different chris evans characters lucas lee, johnny storm, ransom drysdale, andy barber, colon shea, and steve rogers
warnings— gun, death, killing men, men being shot, stabbed, poisoned, strangled, accused of murder, female oral, blowjob, breeding, riding, drinking, previous stucky relationship
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You sat at the table around the other girls, a room full of murders so called. 6 of them and then just little ole you. The murder of Frank Adler on your hands. You did it, everyone in the room probably knew, but you couldn't admit to your husband Ari that you were sneaking off with a man you met and when Frank came to you to break off the affair ...you pulled the trigger. You had your reasons though, he lied to you about making you a star just to have sex with you, cheat on his wife and you on your husband. You had to save your ass because staying in jail, was not the option for you. You wanted to be a star and if a scandal was the way to get your start, you were determined to use it to the best of your ability.
"Well ladies...we need to get to the bottom of this...you're all on trial...if you want the best lawyer, you have to tell me everything, I can't stand for you if you can't stand for me...got it?"
The six mistress murders nodded, and Billy Flint nodded back, "Why don't we start off with you...how did you end up here...Miss Southern Belle" He pointed to the woman sitting directly in front of her. She sighed and shifted her position.
"Lucas came home early one night from set...." He sat on the couch, drinking his beer and gum in his mouth. Usually when he wasn't acting, he was doing his casual duties...being a dick. She had currently dealt with the problems from the workplace, not getting the credit for the project shew thought of, that she created, just for it to be taken from her by a white man that probably couldn't even last long enough if he just heard the word orgasm.
She remembered it all so distinctly, the sound of her heels clicking on the hardwood floor before the sound got so tiring, she had to take them off. The sound of her keys jangling before she gave up and threw them onto the counter, and the sound of him chewing his gum...no not chewing...popping.
"You pop that gum one more time Lucas and I swear to the lord up above, you gon meet him."
But a threat like that...he had heard her say it hundreds of times, it wasn't much of a threat he thought, it was just a sign to push her buttons even more because he was the Lucas Lee, he could do whatever he want, he was the main character, the producer, the writer, and the director of his life. Well at least his was, as he pushed his luck, poppin his gum once more.
She looked at Billy Flynn. "So...I took the shotgun off the wall and fired two warning shots...into his head...not much of. Southern Belle huh?"
The woman across laughed and shook her head. "You think because your famous boyfriend chewed his gum too loud that you deserve Mister Flynn to be your laywer? Try marrying a mormon."
