"Great.  Just great!" Bianca exclaimed as her car broke down, quite literally in front of Tamara's garage.  It wasn't her care you see.  It was stolen.  The old bird she stole it from was dead and had no family to give a crap.  For all intents and purposes it was her car now.  Even better she didn't have to pay taxes on it.  Still, for a luxery car it was a pain in the ass.  Breaking down now of all days.  She had an interview for a waitressing job and she was already running late.  Tired of stealing wallets and snatching purses to pay the pills Bianca thought she would try her hand at being a responsible adult.  The universe replied with a middle finger and a laughing emoji.  

Bianca thought long and hard about what to do.  If only her sister could see her now.  Ramona would probably lecture her.  Bianca was sure of it.  Getting out of the car and kicking the tire she just sighed and shook her head at the blowing smoke rising from under the hood.  "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed in a sudden outburst of raw emotion.  She was frustrated. Bianca was probably going to end up pushing this pile of crap down the street and sleeping in it tonight.  She had no money for food or even a cheap hotel.  Let alone a fancy ass repair bill on a car that wasn't even technically hers.  Bianca looked at the garage and sighed.  If only.  She thought.  

So much for having a job.  So much for being responsible.  Bianca kicked the car's front tire again and put a cigarette in her mouth.  Lighting it up she sighed as she leaned against the car and just let her head bang against the window in a frustrated; bang your head against the wall, kinda way.  Her smoking cigarette was on the roof of the car in her hand as her head banged the window a few more times for good measure.  Suddenly there was a voice behind her.  "Lady, you can't park here.  You're blocking the entrance to the shop." Bianca looked up with frustrated tears in her eyes.  "I'm sorry.  Is my piece of shit Lincoln inconveniencing you? I'm having a real bad fucking day pal, so unless you want to help me push.... Blow it out your ass..... (Looking at the name on his shirt she addressed him by name) ….Todd."  

"What the fuck did you just say to me?!?" He said approaching Bianca angrily with a tire iron in his hand.  Bianca was not a fighter.  She was a mutant but that didn't mean she was a fighter.  She had sticky skin.  That didn't help for much of shit besides picking pockets, and even then; business had been mighty slim the last few days.  "You got a real smart ass mouth on you bitch!" He declared getting closer to her.  Oh shit, I'm going to get trounced like a life time movie network special.  Bianca thought.  There was fear flowing through her as he got closer.  He looked so angry with her.  As the fear and adrenaline kicked into her system her skin excreted the adhesive substance of her ability.  Her hand stuck to the car door.  Both of them she was stuck and couldn't even run away from the crazy man with the tire iron.

Bianca was a neverous wreck.  Not only did she see her life flash before her eyes, but now she was being sweet talked by probably the owner.  Nevermind the fact that she was a looker, Bianca could already hear the words spilling out of the woman's mouth before she said them.  "Come on we can work this out.  There's no need to get the cops involved."  Bianca wasn't looking for attention from the cops either.  She had her stints in jail before. She was a thief and that's all she really knew how to do.  "It's fine, I'm not going to go to the cops, but your man there is a psychopath!" She snapped.  Bianca was still flustered.  The situation had deescalated but her heart was still racing.

She was stuck to the door.  All she wanted to do was run away.  For some reason she was embarrassed by the whole mess.  This car had been honestly more trouble than it was worth.  It took some pulling but she was able to get her hands free.  There were fingerprints left on the car.  Sitting there in some sticky residue from her fingertips and skin.  Great.  Leave your fingerprints on a stolen car.  I'm sure the cops won't find it run the prints and bust your ass!  Bianca was freaking out.  She had no idea how to move the car, and when the cops towed it they were going to find out it was stolen.  This was bad.  Her mind spiraled in several different directions.

That was until the owner asked her a question that snapped her out of it.  "Huh?" Bianca asked.  "My name?  It's uh...MaCKayla." She lied.  Living on the street and looking out for yourself you knew better than to give your real name.  She didn't trust this woman quite yet and there was still the matter of the stolen car blocking her entrance.  "MaCKayla Jones."  She dug her heels into the lie and shrugged her shoulders. Lying came natural to her.  She sounded convincing enough at least.  "Yeah, I think I could use a drink and could I use your phone by chance?"  She had to call Blake.  The asshole was probably half in and half out of a drunken stupor, but she wanted to ask if she could pay rent next week and get the key back to her place.  At the very least she didn't want to sleep under a bush tonight.

Following the woman inside Bianca tucked her hair behind her ear with a graceful swish of her hand.  The soft bouncing light of her eyes happening to fall on the swishing rock of Tamara's but as it seemed to swish back and forth as she walked.  Hm... I wonder if this chick has anything valuable I can lift off her.  Bianca thought.  Taking her up on her hospitality and checking out her rear, all while thinking about robbing her.  Bianca was a real piece of work, but she hadn't had to rely on anyone in a long time.  Her cigarette was in the driveway.  Still burning.  Long forgotten by Bianca she had other things going through her scattered brain.  Like getting a fucking clue and figuring out what her next course of action was if Blake didn't give her a place warm to sleep tonight.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Tamara unlocked the door and opened it, stepping inside so that the young girl behind her could enter as well. "Anyway, welcome to Casa Tamara," she quipped, smiling as she added, "now, tell me what your name is...not the one you gave outside, miss, but your real name," her voice no longer warm and friendly but cold and hard.

Bianca stopped where she stood and just blinked at her a few times.  "I.... I told you my name." She lied again, rather badly.  What the hell was this chick nosing around for? Why was she so curious.  Bianca was getting itchy as the door closed behind her.  She felt cornered and all over again she was feeling anxious and scared.  More than that she was curious what passed for privacy around here.  "What are you doing with my car? You said you'd look tomorrow?  That kinda leaves me high and dry tonight don't it?"  Nice, very subtle.  Change the subject.  Maybe she'll forget that she almost caught you in a freaking lie!

Bianca wasn't here to make friends.  Honestly she would just assume leave this woman bleeding in a dig while she riffled through her wallet.  It wasn't something she enjoyed and she wasn't proud of her selfishness but it was how she survived this long.  The world wasn't going to look out for her so she had to look out for number one.  She might not have turned out this bad if she had her sister in her life.  Big sister Ramona.  By the books Ramona.  The one who was about law and order and fairness and all that horse shit.  Bianca never found out that Ramona had become an agent for a shadowy organization that hunted mutants.  Then again, Ramona never knew that Bianca was a dirty mutant.  That never really came up on family game night.  

Bianca for all her street smarts didn't even know such a thing as GADEM existed.  She was blissfully unaware of the whole damned group.  She was afraid of the cops, especially mutant hating cops.  You thought your civil liberties were tarnished now?  Wait until the police found out you were a big bad muttie.  Then you had all sorts of trouble on your hands.  The very fact that Tamara was asking all these damn questions made Bianca want to reach for the door.  Fuck, should have wore my gloves.  She thought.  Because her god damned hand would get stuck to the handle.  Then who's running away? Only two people jack and shit and they wouldn't get far.

Bianca leaned back against the hard, ridged door.  She focused on her breathing and tried to calm herself down.  Her skin was less sticky when she was calm.  Letting out an exhale she rubbed her fingers against each other to check the adhesiveness of it.  In a subtle, not too noticeable way.  It didn't seem to be sticky yet that was good. Reaching up and running her hand through her hair she scratched the back of her head.  Fluffing up her hair in such a way that it looked rather sexy mess.  She was a grown woman, not a kid.  She was 25, though she had the look of a baby faced beauty.   "Fine." She said quietly rolling her eyes and walking across the room with a confidence she hadn't shown up until this point.  Pouring herself a drink with the glass and bottle on the dresser she looked back at Tamara over her shoulder.  "I'm you're making me wait til tomorrow....You better damn well keep me entertained." She said with an authority she didn't really own.  

This woman couldn't keep her eyes off her.  She noticed the sideways sexy glances.  Oh brother.  Dr. Bootycall is about to make a house call.  Shit if it gets me a place to stay for the night..... Bianca looked around the shabby digs.  She had stayed in better, but beggers can't be choosers and pick pockets can score better when they have more time to scope the place out.  Turning around Bianca placed her hands on the counter.  "So....What is it you do sugar? I'm guessing you're not the shoot lazers out of your eyes type."

Bianca crossed her arms against her chest.  She didn't like being called a liar.  Even if she was lying.  With a huff of air from her lower lip, that blew the bangs out of her face she sighed.  "Fine.  That's not my name. I'm just careful who I give out personal information too because well because I'm on the run.  I got the cops chasing me and I've been trying to lie low so I'm sorry if I wasn't honest but dude! I barely know you.  Yeah you got a pretty decent rack but that doesn't mean I want to fish for a soul mate!"   Bianca scratched at the back of her head and walked over to sit on the couch beside Tamera. 


She looked at her seriously and honestly.  "I've been on my own since I was 14.  I had to lie and cheat and steal just to even make it.  My sister.... Well, lets just say she wouldn't exactly be proud of me.  She's a hardass, with a hard ass.  She's miss by the book and she would have thrown the book at me if she knew half the shit I've done.  I was going to rob you, you know.  I was going to give you the night of your life and then I was going to rob you fucking blind.  My sticky fingers would have stolen everything that wasn't nailed down.  Hell, you probably would have woke up missing one of your socks because I'm a klepto baby! Just can't help it.  Diagnosable and certifiable I am fucked up and I need help.  You know what the worst part is?  I know I'm a fuck up and I choose to be this way." Bianca stood up and walked over to the window.

"My dad was killed when I was a kid.  Never made it back to my family.  I was afraid whoever killed my old man would come at my family next so I ran.  I didn't know where I was running, but it kept them safe.  My sister would hate me if she knew I was alive, but at least I know she's alive.   That's what fucking matters right?" She seemed to be trying to convince herself more than anything.  "Look doll.  Keep the car. I"m going to bail.  I caused you enough fucking problems and you certainly don't need my shit in your life.  I'm tragedy with nice tits.  I draw you in and I fuck your whole world up."  Bianca had a bit of a foul mouth and she certainly had a way with words but she didn't paint the picture any way but honest.  Bianca got up and went to the door intending to leave.  Feeling sad hurt and embarrassed of being called out on her bullshit twice now. 

Before Bianca really knew what was happening there were lips on her lips.  Bianca's eyes shot open in a moment of holy shit before she kind of melted into the soft taste and the familiar unfamiliar feeling.  She wasn't used to anyone showing her any kind of affection.  She had been on her own a long time.  It was nice to feel the warm touch on her shoulders as fingers crept up over the sides.  She returned the kiss for a moment before she shoved Tamara rudely off of her.  Her face an expression of surprise and slight anger.  No one told her that was okay. Bianca wasn't used to people taking from her.  She was usually the one doing the taking.  Both literally and metaphorically. 

"So what? You got some kind of attractions to fuck ups?" She asked harshly.  Bianca still wasn't reaching for the door handle.  As appalled and pissed off as she had been she wasn't reaching to leave.  Bianca just had a very confrontational personality.  She liked to sass and she was a firecracker to handle.  Bianca folder her arms over her chest and just looked at Tamara.  She couldn't exactly figure out what the hell she wanted.  She sneak attacked her with a kiss and then told her it was okay for her to leave.  She said she was going to fix her car but at the same time she said she was a liar and she didn't appreciate being lied too.  In Bianca's mind everything she said was a contradiction.  She couldn't figure out why she was being so mysterious.

But the only thing it made her want to do is figure out the mystery.  With her arms still folded across her chest Bianca moved quietly over to the couch.  There was a pouty arrogant strut to her step as she sat on the couch with a plop.  She didn't bother to unforld her arms when she looked up at Tamara. "My name is Bianca. Happy?" She said finally opening up and trusting a little.  Bianca propped her feet up on the coffee table and she had so much attitude waving off her it was incredible.  Tamara had every right to throw this bitchy chick out on her ass, but that was Bianca.  Love her or hate her.  Like her or stab her that was her personality. 

She never liked feeling out of control of her own life and right now everything was spiraling into the shitter.  She looked at Tamara a moment longer before she added. "You got anything to eat?" There was no denying that her stomach was rumbling.  It wasn't very late in the afternoon and if she was staying the night they were going to have quite a long night ahead of them if they couldn't iron out some of this attitude.  Bianca didn't know that Tamara had only moments ago been thinking about shooting her in the head.  Bianca only knew that she was kind of cute and willing to help.  She might not be one to rob, but at least she didn't have to sleep out on the sidewalk tonight.