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[amon_darknight]

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OOC: Looking for a someone to play his soul mate, kind of like a Cowboy Bebop type thing





Mikian Showar

Height: 5’6”
Weight: 168
Hair: Silverish White, long goes to mid back
Eyes: One is crimson red, the other is black
Distinguishing marks: Has tribal flame tattoos going up both arms, has a dragon weaving his way through the flames on one arm and on the other a demon sits in the flames, he has other various tattoos along his body, but the only one people can really see is the flames
Weapons: Has a Katana and a 9mm and a butterfly knife


Mikian is a bounty hunter that is quick to a fight and quick with a sword. He hunts those that have a price on there head, he works alone and now he wishes he could find a female companion, one with fire in her, one that he would not have to protect, but he would. He just seeks a soul mate.

Beginning of the Story

A man with long silverish white hair walks down the dark ally, he whistles a tune and seems to not care about anything in the world, he is just walking and whistling a tune. But he is quite aware of the evil of this small run down neighborhood, a lot of drug deals went down here, but still he doesn’t seem to mind. He slicks his long hair back and out of his face as he stops and pulls a smoke out and lights it up to have a little break from his walk. He stood underneath a light post and just hanged out, if you were a normal person, you wouldn’t dare to hang out in that ally, it was dark, dirty, cold, evil was in the very air, but here this man was hanging out underneath a light pole. He whistled and smoked and waited, his only thought was money and the more he brought in, the more fun he would have.

Down the street a few cars pulled up and a group of 10 gathered and stood before two closed briefcases, one in front of each group. Than they only waited and just two of the leaders from what it looked liked talked things over, but down the street was the man with long white hair and he waited for the others to get there, he patted his side and looked down to see he had his gear. He still waited for the right time.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

OC: 19 views and no takers? I'll hop in if you don't mind playing with a semi-noob

Mae Finn

Age: 21
Height: 5'4
Weight/Measurements: 102 34C-26-36
Hair: Red, with natural copper highlights-reminicent of fire
Eyes: bright green, framed by dark lashes
Distinguishing Marks: bird-style wings tattooed in red ink starting on her shoulder blades then extending down her back, the alchemetic symbol for fire on her inner right wrist, 14 g titanium tongue ring, 14 g titanium barbell through her left eyebrow, and six small silver rings adorn each ear.
Weapons: keeps three small silver throwing knives in a black leather wrist sheath/gauntlet on her left arm, carries double Brownings holstered at the small of her back.

Mae was orphaned at a very young age and grew up on the streets. She was 14 when one of the mob bosses found her and took a liking to her. She stayed with him for 4 years, educating herself in all aspects of history and culture as well as in firearms.
Once she became of age the boss' interest in her became far more than fatherly and she fled, but not before putting a bullet in each of his kneecaps.
Back on the street, Mae now works as a bartender in a small Irish pub in a bad area of town....

IC:

You saw all sorts of people in a place like this...regulars who's sole reason to keep on living was to taste whiskey one more time, criminals who paid well but were a disdainful bunch, and the lost souls...often children who would wander in just to find shelter from the elements. She had once been one of those children, thats how she'd landed this gig...

Business was slow tonight, so she wiped down the bar for the tenth time despite its already pristine condition and poured herself another drink.

"Mae! Ya lazy wench, get of'yer ass and take out the bloody garbage!" Came a grizzled voice from the back.

She sighed, downed the bit of whiskey and grabbed the trashbags and headed outside.
She hated the alley, it was a meeting place for drug dealers and lowlifes...not the safest place for a woman.
She pushed open the door slowly, sure enough something was going on out here. Averting her eyes she made a beeline for the dumpster, threw in the trashbags and headed back inside.....

 

[RoneLith]

Will it be alright???

I wonder if I can join up just as kind of a supporting character. Like another bounty hunter who happens to pop in from time to time making Mikain's life a little bit harder, a little competition perhaps or someone that helps just enough to get the information he needs from Mikain than try to take the bounty for himself. Either way it would probably be a cool addition. I'll post the chracter specs and you can let me know if it is cool.


Name: Verantinous Toran (Veran)
Age: 24
Sex: M
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 260
Hair color: Black with red streaks, giveing the effect of a space fire
hair Length: Neck
Style: Ceaser
Eye Color: Steel Grey
Weapons: MP5 with laser sight, useally at the ready. M-40 Grenade launcher with bandelier of 20 shots. 2 glock 9mm. A combat survival knife and a brace of 5 throwing knives on each wrist.
Other items: Kevlar plated trench coat and a BPV underneath anything he wears. NVG and a full service palm top computer.
Distinguishing marks: Tatoo of a dragon streching across his body, think chinese style the long tail snakes its way across his legs, chest, back and arms, it head molds to Veran's face. Basically making it look as if his head is the Dragons head.

Verantinous is ex-special forces, after a short time he was honorably discharged from the military after realizeing he worked better alone not a team player. Veran never has liked relying on others and when he does is often let down by their incompetence. He is very confident in his abilities and has made his living working as a bounty hunter. Taking contracts useally of the more Dead or Alive, perferrably dead type. He deals with anyone willing to pay the bounty and is a mercanary to the true sense of the word. He has been known to take Assasination contracts and is becomming very well known as someone who gets the job done with little or no after affects. He still keeps morals however, thinking himself more as a soldier and not a killer. Many of the contracts he takes are from bad people wanting to kill other bad people. The sex of the hit is irrealavant to him but children is an absolute not for grabs. He has been known to nearly kill people for putting a contract to him that kills a child. His hand to hand combat skills are very impressive but prefers to his his MP5 as his main detereant and contract closer. He is currently without contract and is simply waiting for a job.

OC: I'll post with the story if you are ok with it.

 

[amon_darknight]

OOC: Ronelith, sorry i am not looking for another male writer right now, in the future of the story i will be opening spaces up and you will be first up. Read and enjoy. ScarredSoul, thanks for joining, this will be a good story.

Mikian

He heard a door open and saw a woman come out with trash bags, Mikian cursed to himself and he headed for the door, he never thought anyone would come back here to take there trash out. He sighed and would let this one go for now, but he would be back. That woman did look interesting; she had a spark that was rare to see in women and especially around here. He saw it and it only took that short time to see it, as he walked to the door the deal was over and they drove off to be on there way, Mikian was already in the bar so he now knew and he sat down at the bar and sighed again.

“I will take a beer.”

He looked up to see the red headed woman and he shook his head again. Why did she have to walk out into that ally, if Mikian would have made his move, it could have spelled disaster, the last thing he wanted to see was an innocent woman hurt, but he still didn’t know why she interested him so much.

“You should stay out of that ally, its not a good place to be, trash or not. There are sharks out there and they are not afraid to bite.”

He smiled to her and than looked to the beer she was bringing.

“Do be careful out there.”

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Mae headed back towards the bar, pausing to wash her hands in the small sink in back-you never knew what was growing in those dumpsters.
Back at the bar, she prepared to pour herself another drink to pass the time when a man she'd never seen around here before sat down.

I will take a beer.

She nodded and took a wooden mug off the shelf.
Thirteen years ago the government had passed an ordinance in areas such as this that the bars were no longer able to serve bottles or glass mugs as they could be used as weapons in the barfights that often ensued in such establishments...

You should stay out of that ally, its not a good place to be, trash or not. There are sharks out there and they are not afraid to bite.

She chuckled a bit and filled the mug.

Do be careful out there

She placed the beer in front of him and smiled mischeviously.
"I'd love to avoid that alley...but I don't think we'd get too many customers in here if we just allowed the garbage to pile up to the ceiling. Besides if you live your life afraid to step out the door, afraid of what might happen next then you're not really living..."

She paused a moment and poured herself a shot of whiskey, downing it before even bothering to close the bottle.

"And you shouldn't worry about me anyways...a girl can't spend her whole life in a place like this without being able to take care of herself.." She winked then headed to the other end of the bar to help another patron.

 

[amon_darknight]

Mikian

He only smiles at her statements.

“Well a woman of your stature should not have to protect herself in a area like this, she should be worshiped and be waited on at every passing second. At least that is how I would treat you.”

He smiled again and chugged his beer down and motioned for another one. He was running low on money, but he had plenty to last him till he made this bust.

“And why doesn’t that big man over there take the trash out for you, jeez, making a woman like you take out the trash.”

He sounded like he treated women with respect, but let them do nothing. He heard the door open and you saw him make a move for the Katana he carried, but he only played it off like he just was stretching. He didn’t know why he felt like something was not right here, but something felt wrong. He patted his side and felt his Glock and just tried to let the feeling pass.

“So how long have you been working here?”

He didn’t want to let anyone know that he was a bounty hunter, if that word got out, than he would be hunted himself and that is something he didn’t want, he just wanted to capture this bounty and be on his way, but things were starting to get complicated. He just kept his eye on the woman and could not get her out of his mind.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

She'd noticed him reach casually for his katana as a strange man entered the bar, and she found herself reaching for one of her Brownings that she kept in arms reach under the bar during her shift.

But she abandoned her paranoia for the moment as the man took a seat at a far table, joining a group of regulars.

She noticed his empty mug and quickly refilled it.

She set the mug back down in front of him and poured one for herself.
"I've worked here for about three years now...I started out waitressing, but now I'm practically the co-proprietor of this joint...not that thats necessarily something to be proud of," she smirked.

"As for Mel, he hasn't gotten off his couch for almost 2 years. Lets me have the run of the place, 'cept he still likes to boss me around. Makes him feel like a man to 'keep me in my place.'"

She sighed and took a swig of her drink, "so what brings you to a place like this? It can't be for the scenery."

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked her facial features over as she spoke and it looked as if she was holding something back. He saw her movements and knew she had weapons stashed incase of an emergency.

“This is a nice bar, you have good customers and a really clean place. Be proud of what you have. You have money coming in and you get it legally instead of dirty.”

You saw the smile on his face and you knew he was being sincere, he slicked the white mystical hair out of his face and you could not see his eyes through his sunglasses, he again looked to the far corner where the others sat and shook his head.

“That is just how men are I guess, don’t let him bother you, just tell him to shut up if he cant get up off the couch. I am sure he doesn’t have anymore beautiful women to work under him. Oh I was just in the area and wanted to get a drink before I was on my way, why do you ask? Do I have to have a reason to be in here, or is this not a bar?”

It was his turn to smirk now as he looked to you.

“What is your name, or do Angels not have names?”

Now you could tell he was just playing with you and you could tell he liked it.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

She leaned over the bar, smiling, her full breasts spilling over the top of her tightly laced black leather bodice.
"Mae," she replied, "and you are?"

She wasn't used to being complimented, hit on yes, but appreciated-no.
It was nice to actually talk to a guy who didn't smack her ass and catcall her every five minutes.

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked and saw she was reveling a lot of cleavage to him and he only sat wide eyed, but he quickly composed himself and smiled at her.

“Mae, what a lovely name. My name is Mikian. Now tell me what are you really doing here in this area.”

He took a large swig of his drink and saw it was empty again.

“If you wouldn’t mind, can I have another?”

He looked around at this bar and saw it was larger than he originally thought. The thought of something being wrong kept nagging at his mind. But he couldn’t help but to look at first her magnificent cleavage and than up to her enchanting eyes.

“You shouldn’t show off so much of your perfect body to just any stranger, you never know what one could have in store for you and your bar.”

He smiled and winked at you.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

She did a playful little twirl, "what you don't approve of my outfit? Its almost a uniform around these parts. Its the only way for a female bartender to make any money. Its not something I'm proud of, but it keeps a roof over my head and thats all that really matters."

She took the empty mug and refilled it.

"As for your first question...this is the only place that will have me. I have a whole slew of enemies and not a lot of friends. Suprisingly enough this is one of the few places I feel safe."

 

[amon_darknight]

He had a look of shock.

“Enemies, how could such a beautiful angel like you have enemies? And I do like your outfit, it fits you nicely. If there are enemies out there that you have, than I suggest we take them out if justice seeks them.”

He sounded like a cop of some sort, but he didn’t fit the act of a cop. Maybe he was some kind of wannabe hero or something, but the Katana he carried looked to be something he have heard about in stories about a few bounty hunters cases.

“So who are the enemies that hunt you? Maybe I can help you. Give you advice or something.”

For some reason he wanted to help you, he had a long list of enemies as well and the big one was the Syndicate, he was once a member of the well know group, but he was kicked out and he left the Syndicate in ashes, so he thought. But here he was, a bounty hunter and a pretty good one he thought, but he wanted to help this woman, she looked like she needed to get out of here.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Mae shook her head sadly, "they aren't the type of people that are easily dealt with."

She sighed and poured herself another drink.

"Besides why would you want to help me anyways...Are you my knight in shining armour?" She asked with a smirk.

After that fateful night three years before she'd never stopped running, never stopped hiding. She got as far away as humanly possible.
But something had brought her back. Maybe it was the fact that she was tired of living her life afraid of everything that moved. Afraid that one of these days one of the faceless people in the crowds would fire the bullet that would end her life.

She lived amidst the very people she had once feared. The vagabonds, the theives and murderers. People as paranoid as she...maybe thats why she felt safe. She felt as though she had a connection with these people....

 

[amon_darknight]

He looked to her with sympathy and he smiled.

“I could be your knight in shinning armor, but I do think fate has other things in store for you, other than this place. I do want to see peace come to this world, but I know that would be wrong to think. I am nothing special though, but I will do anything to help you, don’t ask me why I am doing this, I feel like this is destiny or something.”

He looked to her and he pulled a smoke out of his jacket and lit it up. He offered one to you.

“Smoke?”

He thought of how he would help you, but he didn’t want to reveal to you that he was a bounty hunter. How would he explain his carrying a Katana around, he just sat and thought about his course of things.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

She smiled, "destiny, huh?"

She reached across the bar and took a smoke, lighting it in one fluid motion and taking a long drag.
The tobacco had a rich almost woody flavor, very different from the clove cigarettes she'd grown accustomed to smoking.

She moved out from behind the bar and took a seat on the stool next to his. She crossed her long toned legs towards his her short skirt hiking up a bit to reveal the lacey black tops of her thigh high stockings.

"You want to help me?" She paused and took another drag, "then take me with you...what are you a hitman or something...you've got the hardware for it I can tell. I'm sure you're well travelled...help me escape from this deadend."

She licked her full pouty lips, before reaching for her drink...

 

[amon_darknight]

“Hardware huh? I only have this Katana I found, I am no warrior, I am only a traveling fool.”

He had to hide the fact that he was a bounty hunter, no one liked a bounty hunter, most said that they were selfish back stabbers, but Mikian was not one like that. He could not help but to stare at her little show as she revealed a lot of leg to him and he shifted his pants a little as he cleared his throat and fixed his shirt.

“Yeah destiny though. I don’t think you would want to come with me to where I go, I would bore you to death. I am not your action pack macho man or anything like that, I am just a ordinary guy.”

He knew he had a gun, but she didn’t know that, it was strapped to his back in a holster under his heavy jacket.

“I can arrange for you to leave this place, I will inform the cops of the enemies that hunt you and they will help you.”

He wanted to take you with him, he felt there was some kind of connection between the two of you, but he just didn’t know if it was right.

“Mae, where will you go when I arrange for things, I am sure the cops can help you.”

He looked to you and smiled, but you could tell he was hiding a lot from you. He stood and fixed his jacket.

“Your ride will be here at the end of the night, have your things ready, the ride will take you to the bus depot and there you will be taken where ever you want to go. I have to go and set things up. It was nice to meet you, I hope your life goes in all of its glory. Goodbye Mae.”

He extended his hand to her and had a warm smile on his face.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Mae's face fell...it is obvious that she is disappointed by your decision.

"Its alright...don't even bother. I've been down that road before. Police protection and all that nonsense. Its bullshit."

She took a long angry drag of the cig, "those fuckers are as corrupt as the people they're supposedly protecting me from. I'd rather take my chances here or on the road then bunk with those punks."

She hopped off the stool, breasts bouncing in the bodice she wore. Her hair is up and as she turns you can see the tattoos that run down her shoulder blades.

"It is a beautiful blade, it is good that you found it and saved it from whatever fate it may've had."

She glanced over her shoulder, "if you don't wish to allow me to accompany you a ways and give you at least someone to talk to on your travels I will understand...but I will not go with the officers, I'd die first."

 

[amon_darknight]

“I don’t think its bullshit, some cops are dirty, but I will make sure they are clean, honest cops that will take care of you.”

He thought about what he was saying and he knew it was full of shit. The syndicate controlled most police forces and used them as they saw fit, through out the solar system is was like this and he hated it. He waited for the day when he could take down the leader and his former friend of the syndicate.

“I am sorry you think that way, but I am sure they will get you where you need to go. It has been wonderful talking with you Mae, but I must go and arrange things.”

He watched and saw how your breasts bounced as you stood up and than walked away to sway your hips back and forth, it was mezmorizing and it turned him on. But he shook his head and smiled.

“I know, what luck to find such a treasure…”

He heard the click of a hammer and than felt the cold steel against the back of his head. He was than dragged out of the bar by a few men.

“What the fuck..”
Man with gun: “Shut the fuck up and come with me. Try anything funny and you get lead in the brain. You feel me?”
Mikian: “Yeah I feel you.”

They dragged him out and into the street where there were a total of 6 men surrounding Mikian, there were two cars in the street and only 3 of them had guns in there hands. They threw Mikian to the ground and made him get on his knees, with his hands behind his head. One man walked to the door and stood guard to make sure no one was coming out to try and help him.

Man with Gun: “What the hell were you doing in the ally, were you spying on us, trying to hit us up, I find no reason for a bum to be in that ally, people know better than to be back there. Hey what is that sword you have there? Chains get it.”

A man with four chains wrapped around his waist walks up and takes the Katana from Mikian and looks at it, he than tosses it to the man with the large handgun.

Man with Gun: “This is nice, to bad you cant use it.”
Mikian: “I found it, I am just a traveler, I was lost and looking at my map to see where I was going, please let me go.”
Man with Gun: “Search him and make sure he is not packing.”

Chains walks up and searches Mikian and finds his handgun strapped to his back and the two smaller guns in his sleeves, he tosses them to the leader.

Man with Gun: “What is this? You are a bounty hunter aren’t you? What the fuck. It will be my pleasure to kill you.”

He again looked to the Katana and saw the ornate writing on it and it made him think of stories he heard.

Man with Gun: “Wait a minute, why does this sword look familiar and it being in the hands of a bounty hunter… It cant be.”

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Mae hadn't been able to react in time to stop the bastards with the guns from taking Mikian out of the bar at gun point.

But their departure gave her enough time to finish her cigarette and reach behind the bar for her other gun.
She now had two Brownings double holstered at the small of her back, the throwing knives at her wrist and she went in back and grabbed a small silver canister out of the emergency kit.

No one came into her bar and fucked with her customers.
It was bad for business.

She sauntered out into the alley, taking full advantage of her feminine charms when she heard the man with the gun talking to Mikian...

What is this? You are a bounty hunter aren’t you? What the fuck. It will be my pleasure to kill you...

A bounty hunter...so she'd been half right when she'd asked if he was a hit man...no wonder he'd been so eager to help her out...would've been a quick way to make a buck.

She leaned against the brick wall, her weapons concealed by her long red hair she decided to just watch for the time being...find out how much she could learn about her new friend....

 

[amon_darknight]

Man with Gun: “You cant be the ex syndicate turned bounty hunter Mikian Showar, no way in hell am I this lucky. I heard they killed you and murdered every tie you had, so there would be no trace of you left. I think I should have to contact Swords the leader of the new Syndicate and let him know you are alive and bring you to him and get the reward. I think that is what I am going to do. Unless you can get out of this, I heard you are quite handy with a gun and sword and even had skills in the arts of fighting.”

Mikian spit on the ground at the mention of his past and he glared at the man.

Mikian: “So you are a lap dog of Swords, what a pussy. Anyone that serves that piece of shit is a fool, he will only kill you when he is done with you. I am that man you refer to, but so what. If you bring me in, they will just kill you, cause you are tied to me now, instead why don’t you let me go and leave, I will forget all about this. But have you thought, I might not be the man you think I am, I could just be a wannabe carrying a Katana that looks like Mikian Showar. I am not good enough looking to be that man, he is long dead, I only look like the man.”
Man with Gun: “SHUT UP!”

He slaps Mikian with the side of the gun and he than points and shoots at Mikian aiming to hit him in the leg, but Mikian with amazing reflexes dodged out of the way and rolled to his guns and he scooped them up dodging bullets as he ran down the alley some hiding behind a small brick wall.

“Fuck, I got to get out of here.”

You hear them calling for there buddies to come and corner him.

“Why me, why does bad stuff always happen to me?”

He looked through a small hole and saw the lead man was barking orders and he had his Katana, he had to get that back, but something drew his attention away and he heard screeching tires and saw 2 more cars pulling up.

“I swear this whole world against me.”

He cocked his guns and was ready to act, but he sensed there was something else in this ally, but he didn’t know what, something innocent and he hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was. He looked down to his leg and saw he had a large scratch from where he was almost shot and he was bleeding.

“Fuck, I hate bleeding.”

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Mae recognized the men holding Mikian captive. They were all regulars in the pub, no wonder they had chosen this alley as their meeting place...it must be part of their turf...

She sauntered over to the leader, the man holding Mikian's kitana,
"hey sh'ug..long time no see" she winked, "what you can loiter outside my bar but you can't even come in for a quick drink and a hello?"

He gave her a quick look over, obviously admiring her physique.
She ran her slender fingers along his rugged jawline, "maybe when you're done here you like to come up to my apartment..." she purred...

Hoping that she could help distract them enough for Mikian to figure out some way to escape...she didn't want to have to resort to violence but she would...

 

[amon_darknight]

He heard the shooting stop and he saw a broken mirror and he picked up a shard of it and looked to where the small group was.

“What the hell is going on?”

He saw the woman from the bar talking with the group.

“What the hell is she doing?”

He sat there just watching and he wondered what she was doing, was she part of this group, what was all of this. He heard the sound of cars leaving the area.

Man with Gun: “Mae, of course I will come over to your place, I am done right now. Joe, call off the guys and we will deal with him later, he will be easy to find. Lets go.”

You saw the other man calling the gang off and you also heard the sound of the cars getting further away now.

Man with Gun: “So lets get out of here Mae, I have not been with you in a long time, lets see if I still got what it takes.”

He wraps his arm around you and he sweeps you off your feet and he begins to carry you off. Mikian sees this and he sees the gang just turn around and walk away, he gets out from behind the wall and holds his hands up.

“What the fuck is that! Where are you going?”

He holsters his guns and he is just trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Shit! Shit Shit!

Boy had she bit off more than she could chew this time...in her present position she had no way to reach for her guns or even to throw a punch.
But she may have saved that sexy stranger's life.

She forced a smile and reached up to stroke his cheek,
"I'm sure you're gonna make me feel it," she lied with a wink

She took a quick glance over her shoulder at Mikian who looked a cross between angry and confused

I'm sorry she thought. Now she just had to find some way to get out of this...

He carried her through the side door and up the back stairwell up to her apartment.
The apartment was just one small bedroom with an adjacent bathroom, with her large bed dominating most of the space.

He threw her down on the bed and began to unzip his pants,
"where do you want it first baby? You always did suck a mean cock..."

 

[amon_darknight]

Mikian watched as the man swept Mae off her feet and carried her back inside and soon everyone was gone from the alley, all that was left was Mikian and the darkness of the alley. A cold wind blew and Mikian cocked his handgun and he stormed off towards where he saw the man take Mae, there was no way he was going to let him get away. After all there was a bounty on that man’s head and Mikian was going to get it. He just made his way into the same building and saw there were a few men guarding the place and Mikian waited for the right moment.

In the room.

“Mae, I want you to suck my cock first, I loved the way you suck it baby, you always made me cum so hard when you did. I want to cover your face with cum.”

He pulled his pants down and exposed his hard cock to you, it was not that big and it was even hard, but he held it in your face and he even poked you with it.

“Come on Mae, suck it down, you know you want my cum all over your face.”

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Her pulse pounded in her ears, it seemed as though time had stopped as he stood in front of her his erect cock in her face.
It was like staring down the barrel of a gun.

She swallowed and backed away a bit.

"Gee, you always were such a romantic," she replied sarcastically, "how about a drink first?"
She asked, trying to stall the inevitable.

She rose, headed towards the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two tumbler glasses.

She could sense his impatience, but she didn't care. She wasn't some cheap whore that he could just throw down on the bed and do with as he pleased, and he had better be sure to remember that.

She shifted, relieved to feel the comforting weight of her guns at the small of her back hidden beneath the curtain of her hair...she didn't want to have to use them, but she would.