Messy

Passion smiled behind her mask and tilted her head a bit, hands clasped, "Now, now. Let's talk things out, alright?"

In front of her stood a very frightened man, he held a gun and shook, "I know why you're here, I'm not just going to let it happen. You're going to back up and leave my hotel room, or I'm going to shoot you."

"I don't think you should shoot me."

"Oh yeah?" He laughed nervously, "Why's that?"

She glanced over his shoulder, watching as Clementine slowly opened the bathroom door and stepped out, "Because you know that even if I die, someone else will get sent after you."

"I'll kill them, I'll kill anyone who comes after me!"

"Well-"

Passion was interrupted by a loud sound filling the room, a painful and warm sensation in her shoulder, and the momentum causing her to fall backwards. She shouted in surprise as the man laughed. She slumped forward, sitting up and hissed out, "Idiot!"

Clementine's slow sneak had abruptly stopped when the trigger had been pulled and before the man could aim the gun again, he launched his entire body into him. The man let out an odd cry as he slammed into the floor in front of him, the gun tumbling out of his grasp. He flailed his arms, trying to grab at it as Clementine grabbed him and slammed him to the side instead.

"FUCK-"

"SHUT UP!" Clementine yelled as he finally got a grip on the front of the man's shirt, "DON'T YOU DARE SAY A WORD!" He punched him in the face.

Passion slowly grabbed the lost gun and stood up, wincing, "I was going to warn you about him, but you took the shot before I got the words out. I'm pissed, he's pissed. We had this whole plan, it was gonna be a lot gentler than this and you went and fucked it."

The man opened his mouth to speak and was immediately met with another fist, "DON'T."

"Now I don't really care what happens to you, not that I did much in the first place," She laughed.

"Please-" BAM.

"Go ahead, Clem. I'm gonna go..." she waved the gun lazily in her hand, "Clean myself up." She sighed and walked to the bathroom, shaking her head as she went.

"Buddy, please...I'm sorry-"

Clementine laughed angrily and started punching him repeatedly, "No." Bam, "You're." Bam, "NOT!" Crack.

"You hurt my friend," Crunch, "You were going to kill her," Crack, "But you CAN'T FUCKING AIM!"

He continued yelling things, from how he didn't like to prolong things to how he deserved it, all the while the room was filled with every sound of his fist connecting with the man's skull. He shook his hand, splattering blood, before switching to his other one and started complaining about hurting his hands.

Passion stepped out of the bathroom after a bit, shoulder wrapped in a makeshift bandage, "What kind of place doesn't have a first aid kit, can you believe that Clementine?"

"Strange."

She sighed as she looked up at Clementine, who was now standing next to what used to be a person, "The poor cleaners, they're gonna have a hell of a time getting that out of the carpet."

Clementine looked down at the mess and looked back at her. He was soaked in red, especially on his arms and shoes. He shrugged a bit, "It happens."

"Your gloves are torn," Passion lifted his hand up and squinted at it before letting go and walking towards the balcony, "Your knuckles too, I can't imagine that feels good."

Clementine shook his head as he trailed after her, leaving bloody prints as he went, "I had to switch hands a few times, but it started to sting too much, so I used my shoes instead. Should've done that in the first place..."

Passion shook her head and hopped off the balcony, grabbing on to the wooden lattice on the side of the hotel, grumbling as she climbed down. Clementine quickly followed her down,, causing her to shove him lightly once on the ground, "Such a mess, Clem. Now I've got to add that to the notes."

"That's what the call me, the mess."

"Bad, no self deprecating jokes for you, mister."

"It wasn't-"

"Not another word! You will treat yourself to a nice bath after you get home or I will enter your apartment and bully you."

"Yes Passion, whatever you say Passion."

"Damn right."

The pair got into a car, Passion chuckled as she watched Clementine mess with the driver's seat, having to adjust it so he could be comfortable. Normally, she would drive the car but she didn't even need to ask for Clem to hop in the seat instead. He probably would've wrestled her into the passenger's seat if she hadn't gotten into it herself. What a sight to see they were.

Thank god for tinted windows.