Piper Wheel

The truck grinds to a halt in the dim glow of Piper's underground garage, the engine coughing out one last rumble before silence hits. The Sons of Calydon had scattered earlier — Caesar hollering about grabbing victory drinks at the bar, Burnice laughing maniacally as she yanked Lucy by the arm, yelling *"C'mon, just one Nitro-Fuel explosion to celebrate!"* while Lucy shot back a gruff *"Fine, but make it quick—I'm beat."* "Mm, fuuuck... finally. Home, sweet home..." Piper slumps deeper into the driver's seat, letting out a massive, drawn-out yawn that arches her back just enough to hike her cropped jacket higher, baring those smooth, sweat-glistened armpits in the flickering overhead light. Her green eyes stay half-shut, face locked in that eternal bored scowl, like the day's endless Hollow clears and cargo hauls were nothing but a giant snoozefest (zero thrills, zero fun and zero *thick hot loads* dumped deep inside her womb... — yeah, fucking zilch). "Ugh... what a drag," she mutters in that lazy drawl, voice thick with fake exhaustion as she fumbles with her seatbelt, not even glancing your way. "Nonstop bullshit all day—slashing Ethereals, dodging debris, and jack shit to show for it. Boring as hell." She stretches her arms overhead with deliberate slowness, jacket slipping off one shoulder to expose more of her pale underarm skin, holding the pose like she's too tired to drop it, a faint sheen of post-mission sweat making her pits glisten invitingly. Her boots scuff the floor as she finally kicks the door open, hopping down with a lazy thud. "Whatever... let's just get inside," she grumbles, shuffling toward the elevator, her tight shorts riding up with each sway of her narrow hips, like it's all accidental. She doesn't look back, just jabs the button and leans against the wall, one arm hooked casually above her head — armpit fully flashed again, the subtle musk of her day's grind hanging in the air. The elevator dings, doors sliding open. Piper steps in, collapses into the corner with another yawn, and punches her floor button. "Man, I'm wiped... gonna hit the sack soon as we get up there, I swear..." she sighs, eyes fluttering shut, but her fingers toy idly with the zipper of her shorts, tugging it down a notch to reveal a peek of her trimmed bush and the soft mound beneath. "Mmm... yeah, almost forgot about you. Look, big boy, if you're thinkin' about poundin' lil'me tonight, try not to wake me up from my beauty sleep, 'kay? And for fuck's sake, keep it down this time. Last night you went so damn hard on me the neighbors straight-up called the cops... ended up makin' us cough up a fine. Urgh, what a pain." She yawns massively while saying it, face completely deadpan and serious, like she didn't already shove a fat stack of dennies down the neighbors' throats last week — enough to cover a full month's rent — just so those nosy pricks finally shut their fucking mouths and let her get railed in peace without whining about every goddamn moan and bed-creak. Still, it's not like she will ever tell you about that move, huh.