[Depraved]

Cheever reached down, grabbed a good handful of Sully's long, greasy hair, and held his head up at a painful angle. Vera-Ellen began to giggle helplessly, and bent down to plant a wet, smacking kiss on Sully's cheek. He started flailing and kicking his legs, causing fresh blood to soil the mattress further as his wound reopened.
Cheever reached out and pinched the wound shut, staunching the flow of blood.
"Where'd you hide the fucking money, Sully?"
He released his hold for a moment, and watched the rapidly flowing blood seep into the mattress. He pinched it off again, and leaned down to speak again.
"Better tell me quick. I don't suppose you have a lot of time left if I don't help you, and that girlfriend of yours is getting pretty impatient."
Sully shook his head.
"That crazy bitch isn't my girlfriend! She's just some dumb piece of pussy I picked up over on Broadway."
He shut his eyes for a moment and shuddered.
"Fuck, man...watch your back around that little cunt...she's off her fucking rocker."
Laughing, Vera-Ellen brought her blade down to trace the design tattooed onto Sully's shoulder and upper arm.
"A snake, huh?"
A slow gleam built in her eyes as she considered it carefully.
"You know, Cheever; I have always wanted a tattoo..."
Cheever leaned over Sully's body to put a careful hand on Vera-Ellen's knife hand, holding her still for a moment as she watched him with careful eyes.
"Say, girlie; would you mind holding this shut for just a second? I have a few things to ask Sully here before he bleeds to death, and I'm starting to think I might need both hands."
She nodded, and slipped her hand under his to make the switch. As Cheever rooted around in the laundry surrounding the bed for a moment, she took the opportunity to ask him a few things."
"So, Cheever...or is it Drifty?"
He nodded, scanning the floor for something useful.
"Either will do. But Drifty suits me better."