IT’S NOT THE ANSWER JACK HAD HOPED TO HEAR, but Nisha always has a way with words. Here he’d been, starting to wonder if she’d take this down a different path. A path that suits neither of them. So it’s all smirks and a suggestive, snickering laugh as he leans closer over the table regrettably between them.
“Anytime, anywhere, cowgirl.” He drags his tongue lazily over his own bottom lip to layer on all the more innuendo… before reaching for the whiskey bottle they’d been sharing and topping off her drink.
“Enough of this ‘half-full, half-empty’ slam poetry crap. It’s always gonna be filled cups when I’m done with this turd-pile. Filled with freakin’ champagne, baby! Can’t wait to celebrate purifying an entire planet. Gonna be one hell of a party, huh? That’ll fill your glass right up.”
HEAD TILTS AS THE CUP IS FILLED. a hum of appreciation behind her smirk. ❝ huh, don’t think I’ve ever had champagne. ❞ nisha gives a half shrug, dismissing the unfamiliar then takes a slow sip. she licks her lips and lets the burn wash over her in a sigh, her smile growing just a bit. but as jack speaks her mind lingers on one word in particular.
not quite something she particularly likes. too calm. too complacent. b o r i n g. but getting there… well shit, getting there might be a wild ride that the gunslinger would be up for. there’s a soft laugh at that. all the violent and torrid possibilities roaming within her mind.
❝ mmm, jus’ leave a lil piece of fun for me afterward, alright? ❞ her eyebrow arches up, half intrigued yet still skeptical of this pure dreamscape. ❝ nothing stays perfect, handsome. but i’m willing an’ very able t’ deal with any future disruptions should they arise. ❞
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