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OO7. HOOKER FRIENDS! ❝i'll show you mine, if you show me yours ❞
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Iggy was embarrassed and slightly ashamed. Sobbing uncontrollably in bar, tipsy, wasn't on her bucket list. But, she also didn't expect to see a ghost either—nor did she expect to see an enforcer with said ghost. She looked different but that glint in her eye was all the same.
Rummaging through the drawer under her bed, she yanked out a pair of pants, a thin short white top, and a black bra. Slamming each item onto her unmade sheets. She muttered little curses to herself, speaking very fast under her breath. Besides the endless embarrassment, she'd felt immense relief. Violet wasn't dead—she was right in front of her. She could feel the thick strands of her bright hair, the healed scars on her body, the calloused hands she was so used to. She hadn't smelt the best, but Iggy didn't care. Everything just felt so... Surreal. The young woman couldn't let go of her—they walked back to her warehouse with Iggy's arm around her shoulder and Vi's arm slid around her waist.
The enforcer chick followed behind with soft eyes, hiding urgency. Iggy drowning in admiration and longing, she let the enforcer into her home without asking any questions. Leaving the deep blue-haired young woman downstairs, she dragged the pinky up with her—shutting themselves in Iggy's spacious room.
Like the many people that entered her cluttered room, they wandered amongst her things. Fiddling with her mechanics, running their hands along the spines of the books she owned. It was weird how different people did similar things once they entered her space. Iggy squatted, leaning on the edge of her bed, she watched the much stronger-looking woman navigate her room. Her warm irises peering at the tattoos peeking out of the bunched up red jacket over her arms. Like always, her hands and wrists were taped with old material. Ignatia didn't expect her to look the way she did—not that she was disappointed. Violet looked... Good. Great, even! She just looked battered and had a natural ferocity to her features. Similar to how she looked in her youth, just matured. And she had the scars to prove it.
