Sleeping Bags (Vriska x Female!Reader)

"You have got to be kidding me," a voice sneers from above you as you struggle to roll your sleeping bag back up. "It is not that hard."

You glance up to see a strange-looking girl crossing her arms--- one arm seemingly being robotic. On top of some yellow-orange horns and pale gray skin. Raising an eyebrow, you allow the stupid thing to unroll; it was a bad job anyway. "Would you care to show me how it's done, in that case?"

The troll (that is what they're called, right?) rolls her eyes, flipping her long black hair away from her face. "No. Figure it out yourself, human."

You can't help but notice how pretty she is; you've been known to flip tastes from guys to girls, but damn, with someone like that, who could blame you? All those curves, that luscious hair, even the glasses that compliment her face shape... "Yet I see you're still here, miss..."

"Vriska," she smirks. "Vriska Serket, Thief of Light. Not that you have any idea what that means." Which is correct, you have absolutely no clue what the hell she could even be talking about.

"You're still here, Vriska. Can I take this to mean that you're interested in me?" You wink, beginning to roll the sleeping bag back up. Again. This time, you manage to make it small enough to fit back into its bag, making you caw in triumph. "Well?" You glance up at her, standing up with the object tucked under your arm.

"You could be right," she smirks, taking her hands to her hips. "Now what's yooooour name?" She draws out the sound, a bit annoying but sexy too.

"(f/n) (l/n)," you answer, a smile coming across your face as you fish a Sharpie out of your back pocket. Grabbing her non-robotic arm and uncapping the marker with your teeth, you scribble down your phone number. "Call me whenever you feel like it." With that, you shove your sleeping back into your car's trunk, giving her a grin before slamming the door down and climbing into the driver's seat.

Vriska leans against the open window of the passenger seat, tilting her head at you with a little sneer. "What makes you think I'll be calling you, human?"

This makes you laugh. "The fact that I'm totally irresistible." You begin to roll the window up, not wanting to leave considering she just got to the campsite, but you've got to check out by noon and it's already eleven-fifty.

And little do you know, this is how you meet just about the best girlfriend of all time.