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There's a crowd gathered around the makeshift stage, buzzing with question and excitement. ”A-are you sure about this?” you ask, voice is surprisingly even given the situation. Indy nods sharply, an impatient scowl on her pretty face.

“Don’t be a wuss. One bite, that’s it. You’ll barely have time to hurt,” she mutters, annoyance evident in her voice. You’d ask why she can’t be the one getting her ass poisoned if she’s so keen on this whole thing, but you’re not feeling too suicidal today.

Well. Aside from the fact that you’re about to get fuckin’ Poison Fang’d in front of a live audience. That Dodeca-whats-its-name better be some A+ miracle medicine.

“You guys ready?” A Poochyena struts to your side, Natasha you think her name was, she’s licking her lips and smirking at you. Indy scoffs. She’s been in a lousy mood lately.

“Yeah, whatever,” your partner mumbles and sends you a sharp look. “Get on the stage.”

And on the stage you get.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Indy calls smoothly, and immediately the crowd’s attention is on her. You don’t know how she does that! “What you are about to see is really dangerous and also pretty damn cool. Now, I’d like you to feast your eyes on this choice chicken butt here.” You blush. If only she actually meant that. Natasha snorts and sneaks a knowing glance at you. You defiantly ignore her.

“My friend here is however going to have a really unfortunate accident. Right about now,” Indiana drawls on, and glances meaningfully at the Poochyena, who obediently smirks at the buzzing audience toothily, and proceeds to promptly sink her Poison Fang teeth into the soft flesh of your back.

Description
Team Redux
Natasha (cameo)

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There's a crowd gathered around the makeshift stage, buzzing with question and excitement. ”A-are you sure about this?” you ask, voice is surprisingly even given the situation. Indy nods sharply, an impatient scowl on her pretty face.

“Don’t be a wuss. One bite, that’s it. You’ll barely have time to hurt,” she mutters, annoyance evident in her voice. You’d ask why she can’t be the one getting her ass poisoned if she’s so keen on this whole thing, but you’re not feeling too suicidal today.

Well. Aside from the fact that you’re about to get fuckin’ Poison Fang’d in front of a live audience. That Dodeca-whats-its-name better be some A+ miracle medicine.

“You guys ready?” A Poochyena struts to your side, Natasha you think her name was, she’s licking her lips and smirking at you. Indy scoffs. She’s been in a lousy mood lately.

“Yeah, whatever,” your partner mumbles and sends you a sharp look. “Get on the stage.”

And on the stage you get.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Indy calls smoothly, and immediately the crowd’s attention is on her. You don’t know how she does that! “What you are about to see is really dangerous and also pretty damn cool. Now, I’d like you to feast your eyes on this choice chicken butt here.” You blush. If only she actually meant that. Natasha snorts and sneaks a knowing glance at you. You defiantly ignore her.

“My friend here is however going to have a really unfortunate accident. Right about now,” Indiana drawls on, and glances meaningfully at the Poochyena, who obediently smirks at the buzzing audience toothily, and proceeds to promptly sink her Poison Fang teeth into the soft flesh of your back.