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Thanks to Debbie for the beta!
Set during: BoP #68
Date of Reckoning
Huntress plunged her chopsticks into the container of Szechuan king prawns. She still couldn't believe she'd agreed to this. She should've dropped her costume off at an escort service and hired someone to impersonate her. Josh wouldn't have known the difference.
She forced herself to smile at the young man sitting next to her on the rooftop. She'd promised him a date, and she was going to keep her word if it ended up killing her. Or if she ended up killing him, she amended darkly. So far this had been a disaster.
She should have just shot him when he called her "Baby Boots." She should have pushed him off her motorcycle when he'd decided to hang on to her chest instead of her waist. The only reason she hadn't dropped him after he'd puked on the pedestrian was that it had been her idea to swing him from rooftop to rooftop, so she couldn't fully hold him accountable.
Still, he'd apologized each and every time she'd called him out on his behavior. And this was pretty good Szechuan. So maybe, somewhere, deep down, beneath all the slime…
He was staring suggestively at her chest again, she thought with disgust. Beneath all that slime, there oozes a slug. As she opened her mouth to tell him off again, she swore that this was positively the last time that she'd EVER allow herself to be put in this predicament.