Moving in with a Predator (Chapter 9) (Patreon)

“What took you guys so long?” Kit grumbles, as Chris and Di finally enter the bedroom. “I’ve had everything set up for ages.” The small girl is sitting on the floor of Chris’s bedroom, her back against the bed.

“Oh, Di was just telling me about something I should keep my eye out for.” Chris answers with a grin. She places the bowl of popcorn down in Kit’s lap. “Here you go, Kitty.”

“Well, that and discussing whether or not I should take my pants off.” Di puts the bottles of drink down on the carpet and plops her behind down on Chris’s bed. Something about having her friend sitting on the place where she sleeps makes Chris’s heart flutter a little bit.

Kit rolls her eyes. “Ha ha…” She says, picking up the bottle of alcohol. “Ooh, Jack Daniels. This is pretty vintage stuff. Didn’t they go out of business?”

“I dunno.” Chris doesn’t exactly keep up with liquor news. “Should be fine even if it’s old, though.” Booze didn’t go off, after all.

The small girl unscrews the bottle and takes a whiff. Almost instantly, her face scrunches up. “Ugh! This stuff smells like petrol!” She complains. Then, after taking a deep breath, Kit bravely takes a sip of the bottle.

“Whoa!” Chris feels her heart leap. “Geez, Kit…” She takes the bottle from Kit’s hand, as the small girl starts coughing. “Slow down a little, would you?”

“Ooh… That’s some awful stuff.” Kit groans, rubbing her throat. “How the fuck do people drink that?”

Di places a few cups on Chris’s bedside table. “Usually with a lot of soft drink, dummy.” As the tall girl walks past Chris, her foot brushes against the blue bag that’s now under Chris’s bed. Her eyes flick down to the bag, and then to Chris. Di’s eyes sparkle for a moment. But she doesn’t say anything about it...

(Also, a reminder that I'm going on holiday for the next couple of weeks, but there will be a fun little poll in the next couple of days...)