Yes

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what did I come to this balcony for?

Roxanne didn’t think that Skyler would come her way, at least not so quickly. With Skyler having a firm grasp of her hoodie, she was trapped even if she did let herself go.

“Better make your choice soon,” said Skyler.

“Ah, fuck you. I’m still thinking.”

“If you don’t. I’m going to take it off you right now.”

“Wait, wait…”

Skyler stopped. “Go on.”

Roxanne stewed. She was truly trapped here. The wheels in her mind turned, but she knew that there was no answer but to drop. Unfortunately for her, all her secret items were in the hoodie itself as she has no other pockets.

Roxanne fumbled for the zip with one hand.

“What are you doing?”

Something clattered to the ground. She hoped that it was the Roxy Cutter. Above all, she couldn’t let that fall into Skyler’s hands while wearing her very sliceable clothing.

“That’s it. You’ve had enough time. Drop!”

Roxanne released her hands from the ledge. She dangled from the balcony with nothing more than Skyler’s grip on her hoodie. As expected, she started falling out of it. But this was a necessary sacrifice.

Luckily for her, Roxanne did in fact have a shirt on underneath her hoodie. The nylon sports shirt that covered everything, but then she had no protection.

Roxanne felt even more **** knowing that any more losses and the tables would have well and truly turned.

I’m still going to get you.

Roxanne weaved her way out of the hoodie, her legs kicking at the air. Her calculations were perfect. She knew where to fall. Her arms left the garment and Roxanne fell into thin air toward the sofa below.