What's My Kink (Bennett • Casual)

[Dmitri Lyubov]

Mit had run out of cigarettes that morning. He went to enjoy a morning fag and the little case was empty. Frustrated, Mit had stormed out of his apartment, unsuccessfully,because he had to pause and lock the door. But, after the apartment was secured to his obsessive standards, Mit resumed his stomping down to the Megamart.

Once again, Mit's stomping was interrupted when he found a wad of money lying on the ground. Mit stopped in front of the money, looked down at it, then around him, and, upon seeing no one in the street with him, pocketed the money. Maybe he couuld get a treat too. Like Oreos. Oreos sounded good. It had been a while since Mit had a chance to eat Oreos; he'd been too poor to afford anything remotely sweet, all his spare money going to cigarettes and medical supplies. The doors to toe Megamart slid open and Mit all but skipped inside. Maybe it wasn't so bad after, after all, he did get money and he was getting his cigarettes.

Mit grabbed the Oreos and made his way to the counter where he could get his fags but his sneaker caught on the linoleum and he went sprawling. Cursing, he started to get up but some idiot ran into him and kept walking. "Ath-hole," Mit spat after him and started to get to his feet again.

[Lady Firework]

Firework fucking hated Mega-Mart.

Sure, it damn well was a mart but there was nothing the least bit mega about it. Half the time, the shelves weren't even half stocked. This part of the continent was so over-populated that every day was like the day before a big snow storm (the likes of which Firework vaguely remembered); rush in, grab all you can, rush out again, in a fight for survival.

She wasn't hungry right now, despite the loud grumbling her stomach made to tell her otherwise. She'd just come in for another pack of cheap lighters and eyeliner. Grabbing some food for later was probably a good idea, but not one she planned on following. Instead she would just go and pick u--

Firework let out a small 'eh!' as someone tripped into her side. She didn't have time to get a good look at him before she decided he was a complete ass wipe, adopting a glare and pushing him a bit. Her shoulders tensed and she bustled off in the way she was going before, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

"Ath-hole."

She barely had time to process what he'd just called her before she burst out laughing. His voice... was so... gay! Firework turned, her ridiculously-lined eyes sharpening when she laid eyes on him. He wasn't bad looking! But why was every attractive man she met a complete creep?

"What'd you call me, fag?" she asked, sounding amused and bitter at the same time.

[Dmitri Lyubov]

"What'd you call me, fag?"

"I thaid," Mit got to his feet, clutching his Oreos protectively. He was a bit surprised to see a heavily makeuped girl staring him down but he took it in stride. "Ath-hole. Are you deaf too?" Mit bristled. Why the hell would she call him fag? Sure, he'd heard any sort of insult get thrown around but fag was pretty specific and Mit was pretty sure she meant it in the homosexual way, not the cigarette way like he did.

The girl (or was it woman? Mit couldn't tell) had an intense gaze but it didn't influence Mit at all. He could withstand his dad's look of disappointment, he could withstand whatever this bitch could throw his way.

"Now thay thorry and we both can jutht move on and pretend like thith never happened. Okay?" Mit just wanted to get his smokes and get out. Even though he didn't have to work today, he still had things he wanted to do. Like not have a battle in the Megamart.