A Cup Abbey- In Danger!

Abbey had been trying to find the legendary golden skull of skull of Edzna when she'd ran into trouble. Namely, she ran into her old rival Donovan Conrad. He'd already found the skull, and his goons had caught her and were currently holding her by each arm, towering over her.

Donovan stood before her, clutching the golden skull and sneering at her with his one good eye. His other was covered in an eyepatch, a souvenir from their last encounter. He glowered at Abbey. Abbey sneered back.

"Looks like you're a little late to the party Abbey..." Donovan drawled.

"You had to get lucky someday Conrad, and you certainly weren't that day you lost your eye..." Abbey shot back.

Donovan's confident smirk faltered slightly, before recovering into the same arrogant sneer.

"You're one to talk Abbey." Donovan snapped. Or should I call you by your nickname... A Cup Abbey?"

Instantly Abbey's smug attitude broke as her cheeks blushed. The two goons holding her chuckled, eyeing Abbey's chest. It was true, Abbey wasn't very well endowed. Why was it such a big deal, that it had become her whole nickname? But once a nickname stuck, there was no shaking it, no matter how much you wanted to. And boy did Abbey want to. Her eyes flickered to her tank top clad torso, with he small mounds thrusting out of it. Why were they so small? She'd actually been considering some plastic surgery if she got the Golden Skull, though the idea made her nervous.

Abbey shook her head. That was why Donovan called her that nickname- to rattle her, and throw her off her game. She couldn't take the bait- she had to figure out a way to escape, take that skull and wipe that smug grin off Donovan's ugly face...