Summer wasn't so sure she believed him. For many men she found herself attracted to, those who seemed a bit rough for wear and wore their scars unashamedly were definitely more her taste. It always peaked her curiosity... even if they marred the skin of her lover. They represented a fight that they survived in some way.

Whereas hers were all kept a secret, hidden in the depths of her mind. Just like earlier in the night, with the gun in hand as she rang the shots into her father's body.

Of course, as those memories tried to invade her consciousness, Summer pushed them back, smiling a sweet, almost innocent smile at him.

"You know how to charm a woman..." she hummed, drinking from her glass as she followed him into the lounge.

Small shivers ran down her spine, cold from her lack of appropriate clothing and the cold floor. She settled on the couch, tucking her feet under her as she tipped the rest of the wine back in one swoosh.

"Can't say that I do. Are you planning on making me scream?" Summer asked bluntly, unable to hide her smirk.

Cade Atreides

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"Absolutely," she confirmed, trying to maintain her firmness in her voice.

But she could feel herself slipping already. With each movement, each look, Summer was already beginning to fold beneath the pressure. Of course, that wasn't a bad thing.

The rip was a resounding noise as he tore open her outfit. So much for that top. She'd have to get another one. The thoughts of it were scattered into the wind as his mouth attacked hers, stealing away her breath for a moment as she met him match for match. Her fingers pulled hard on his hair, not to get him to stop but to add to the fun.

Callan stopping and the familiar sound of the belt broke their kiss as she looked down. Her gaze traveled back up as she comprehended his order. Then, she spoke.

"Yes, sir."

Callan Young

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Summer leaned back, only a little, just to allow enough space for his reach to be comfortable and not tiring on his arm. There was a familiar shock of pleasure as Callan trailed his fingers over her throat, to her hair.

"Mmm. Nonsense."

Her gaze focused for a moment, as genuine curiosity sparked in her eyes. More responsibilities? She couldn't help but wonder if he was taking a position within the League walls. Or becoming a gym leader. Perhaps she was thinking to far into it...

Definitely, because tonight wasn't about thinking, Summer reminded herself as Callan came leaning over her. Her can fell to the floor with a clatter, rolling abandoned on the ground. She didn't fucking care as she became his target.

"Mmph..." she whined softly as the cold drops touched her skin, goosebumps raising on her chest and her arms.

However, Summer was relieved of that feeling thanks to Callan, who she gripped onto once again like she did at the door.

"That's a stupid question, Callan. You already know how I enjoy relaxing... give me what I want," she spoke, trying to sound like a boss bitch.

Though it came out more as a plead, begging for him as she nodded.

Callan Young

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Summer gripped onto his hand as his fingers wove into hers, a strong temptation to pull him in again and wrap her leg around him to lock him place. However, she allowed him to take her to the living room, sitting down on the plush couch.

Looking over the selection of alcohols he brought for them, she hummed as she thought the best way to answer his question.

”Well, I want to be sober enough to remember all of tonight. But all of these sound good. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to help myself…”

Summer took the seltzer, cracking it open and raising it to her lips. Weak taste with little flavor in her eyes, but it was nothing but a pregame. She settled herself comfortably against Callan and clinked her can against his.

”Busy, overworked, and tired. Needing a night to unwind… let my hair loose…”

Summer gave him a look, all too sultry and seductive to be mistaken.

”And you, Mr. Rockstar? How has your busy schedule treated you?”

Callan Young

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Did Summer notice the way his eyes traveled her body up and down deliberately, obvious and plain that he was checking her out in the foyer of her home? Of course she did? But did she make any acknowledgment to it?

Absolutely not. It was more fun to tease, to pull at the reigns and see how quickly she could get him to snap. It only escalated the fun.

However, she didn’t object to his invasion into her space, pushing her back into the wall so suddenly that it almost took her breath away. Summer groaned, almost whined, as he kissed her, reaching up to thread her fingers into his hair and scrape her nails against his scalp.

”Living room is fine,” she chimed, leaning back against the wall again until she pushed away from the spot.

”What’d you bring me?”

Callan Young

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There was a familiar ring of her doorbell to her lavish home that drew Summer’s attention away from her work. Looking at the time on her computer, she realized that her company was definitely on time.

”I didn’t even have time to get ready…”

Not that she wasn’t under dressed by any means. When it came to the eldest Prescott, she always loved to amp her style up, no matter the occasion. No matter. She was sure that Callan would enjoy her presence the way she was dressed one way or another.

As she opened the door, she heard the familiar clinking of bottles in the bag as she greeted her companion. Summer chuckled, leaning against the doorway as she spoke.

”Really? I told them if they saw a man that look like he was apart of a band with white hair and red eyes not to let him back… I have to have a word with them,” she said with a dramatic sigh.

”Come in,” she requested after teasing him, stepping to the side and allowing the door to shut once he entered her abode.

Callan Young

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Summer sat on the couch, lounging back with her beverage in hand as it seemed the retching sound ceased. There was soft murmuring, perhaps a chuckle or two. Where the two men threatening to have fun without her?

That wouldn't do. She was about to stand up and investigate when they returned.

"You don't sound apologetic, though I accept the apology," she said with a small smirk on her lips, waving her glass to mix her drink.

"What, you don't want to watch what our dear little friend recommended us? Well..."

Summer sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes, as she tilted her head back before looking at them almost knowingly.

"I suppose I have another idea of what the three of us could do..."

BARNABY FINCH & Martín del Mar

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Out of the Pokeball came the GARDEVOIR. Summer shouldn't be surprised. Perhaps she was a pair from samuel carter, a gift for Knox. Or Knox had simply thought smart one day and decided that TELEPORTATION would be useful for him.

Either way, she was glad that he had access to her now, since it made for easy transportation for the children.

"To the hospital, if you please. We will be there shortly to help after we handle the rest," she told Hypatia, watching as they disappeared.

Another set gone. Summer let out a breath from her mouth before her gaze turned to her brother. The air around him seemed to change, even if it was ever so slightly. She couldn't help the small grin that crawled on her face as he spoke.

"Well said. Let's go."

With several steps up a flight of stairs, their target awaited them. Taken aback and shocked, he sputtered a few curses at them.

"Miss Prescott? You... I mean, Mr. Prescott. Why are you both here?"

"I think that reason is clear enough."

knox prescott

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"Splendid."

Summer clapped her hands together, offering him a smile in return. Of course, it was as genuine as a smile in business could be.

Though, she was thrilled she was getting her way.

"No further questions. Here's my contact. Like I said, I will send a message when your payment is on the way. I suggest you try to memorize it and burn this when you do."

In delicate penmanship, Summer wrote the number of her burner on a slip of paper, blank on both sides. She handed it over to him, sitting back in her chair.

"I look forward to our partnership, Zev. Please don't hesitate to reach out with questions or information. It was a pleasure meeting you."

Zev Harcourt

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"Gym? Right, I think I heard about you running a minor league gym. How's that going?"

She couldn't imagine doing something like that. It sounded tedious, having enthusiastic trainers coming in and begging to challenge you. Summer would only want to crush their dreams.

Good for Cian.

"Awe. Don't tell me you miss me," she teased him with a small laugh, peering at him from over her sunglasses.

"Gyms aren't really my thing. But, perhaps I'll make a visit to yours sometime."

CIAN MAHER

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Summer nodded, making a note to withdrawal the proper amount to send to him by the end of today.

"You will receive your deposit before the end of today. One of my staff will hand deliver it to you. I will send a message letting you know when it is on the way."

Summer tilted her head to the side, raising her brows. He was a serious one, definitely not one to skirt around and play with pleasantries and thank yous. She didn't mind that at all. Perhaps all of her meetings would be shorter if people cut the small talk and got to the point.

"I believe that all the information that is necessary should be in the files. These people were important and well known individuals to my father. Their daily lives and work were known to a T by my father and therefore by me. Though, if you wish to do your own digging, you may do as you please."

She continued.

"I have a designated clean up crew you may use if you so choose. And, if he so allows, my partner's Pokemon could be used at your disposal."

Of course, samuel carter would have to be willing to hand over his Pokemon to consume the remains, like they did her father and other individuals.

Zev Harcourt

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