She was an untamable cat, wild as the jungle and dark as the night or so she claimed. Snake didn't buy it, wouldn't in fact. Nothing was untamable and to claim that was just the reason he was tracking her down. Maybe that was her game. She wanted him to chase and then slip away. The thing was no one saw a viper before it struck. Too hidden, too sly and at the moment well ahead of the game.

He'd seen her out gallivanting, vying for the attention of any who would lavish it upon her. He knew that game and even if she played it Snake thought she deserved better. Still there was a game to be played, one he set out to win. Plissken wasn't dressed for the place she was in nor did he care. The more attention he got the more she would want his. There in was his game.

Snake took to the bar and a chair to one side with a good view of her on the stool. Her leg was up on the rung exposing enough to cause a need for Plissken to shift and tug his pant leg before ordering. One drink wouldn't hurt and he had to make good on his presence. Already the patrons were noticing him, whispering. It was enough.

The drink came and he relaxed in the chair though his eye was working up her stockings. He knew what was under that skirt, something the man chatting her up didn't. Madness and sometimes death hid under there for a man who didn't keep his wits about him when she decided to play. In that she was definitely a cat. He wondered if she knew that cats shouldn't toy with snakes?

It was her toy that saw Plissken first and her attention followed soon after. Now he ignored her. That was easy since he positioned his patch on her side. It was a slight, not even a view of his eye.

Clicking heels came across the wood dance floor and still he ignored her. He finished his drink and set the glass on the table.

"Don't you say hello?" The agitation was already there in her voice.

Snake shrugged running his index finger along the rim of the rocks glass. "You looked busy."

Selina took a seat across from him but Plissken didn't even glance up. The whole bar was talking now in hushed whispers. The bombshell was talking to the street thug with the patch. That would give them gossip for days.

"You could have come over. He's nothing."

Snake kept his focus on the glass as if it was the most fascinating thing he ever encountered. "Nice of you to say hello too."

Snake put his defiance, cool and calm, into those words.

"I haven't had a chance." Selina had a compact out, no doubt checking her make up while her "Date" looked on.

"Now you do." Snake leaned back in the chair.

"Hello Snake." She purred at him while tucking the compact back into the tiny beaded handbag.

"Hello sweetheart." Snake grinned looking her over from across the table. "Did you forget something?"

"What is that darling?" She seemed curious like a cat.

Snake leaned back in the chair running his hand up the wall seductively. Her eyes were on his hand and the way the fingers moved up the surface. "Don't matter now. Looks like you'll be busy tonight."

"What are you talking about?"

Snake brought the chair down with a slam as the legs made contact again. A glass of champagne set before her as he stood up. "Last time we talked. Remember. Next time I see you, a glass champagne and you'd keep me busy for the night."

Snake grinned as he walked up next to her. "Shame you're busy... least you got the champagne."

Snake walked away but heard her huff indignantly. That was what he wanted. The tables were turning and she didn't even know it yet. He wasn't far down the street from the entrance when hurried heels clacked on the concrete behind him.

"Snake."

He slowed letting her catch up. Her cheeks were flushed from the hurrying and the cool air. Though her shallow breathing had his mind elsewhere beyond here.

"Darling, come back. I'll buy you a drink."

Snake shook his head. "One time offer baby."

Selina might have pouted had she not put up such a face of untouchability. Snake stopped and looked at her. "Shame isn't it."

She raised her hand, to slap him, grab him, it was hard to tell. He caught it though and shoved her into the door way and into the shadows. There were no words just a kiss. The instant his lips touched hers they opened. Even as she struggled the nearly inaudible moans gave her away. Snake yanked her skirt up knowing his trench coat would hide everything from the pedestrians. Her breath shallowed when his hand came in contact with her. Nothing beneath the skirt but wet heat and his hand. It was a gentle butterfly touch and just enough to cause a tremble as he kissed her neck.

"Here?" Her words were breathless as her hand slipped below his belt and fingered along the zipper.

Snake instantly stepped back. "No!"

He was defiant, letting his lust come across as anger. She hadn't moved but remained out of breath in the corner of the dark. Snake smiled, licked his lip and blew her a kiss before turning away.

"Plissken! Get back here."

She was having a tantrum though Snake didn't stop walking. Turning briefly he looked her over and pouted his lips up into a kiss before shaking his head. He wasn't coming back. No, if she wanted him she was going to have to come get him. It was time for her to learn a lesson in her own games