Dwight's such a perceptive little fuck. I've just finished my first shot when he slides onto the stool next to me. His eyes focused briefly on the erotic show Nancy's doing. The son of a bitch barely bats an eye before that calculating gaze falls on me.
Our personalities are similar, but not close enough to make us irritate the shit out of one another. Dwight's more like fire concealed by a coating of thin ice. He's calm, but doesn't have that chill aura, like me. Perhaps it's my resmblance to a slightly more talkative Miho that attracts him. That or my ass in leather.
"Long night?" he asks, a knowing glint in his eye.
"That woman of yours is a handful." I respond with a mild glare as a hint for him to shut up.
"Shellie?" There's the barest hint of amusement in his voice.
"No. The other one."
"Claire?"
I scowl at his feigned ignorance, despite the fact that this is all just part of the game. That's what Sin City thrives on afterall; lies and games which are more habit than anything. That doesn't really mean I have to like it, though.
"Gail, Dwight. Gail."
"Ah... My warrior woman." His eyes seem to fog for a moment before I catch his attention again.
"Yeah, she's prolly one of the reason's Club Pecos makes such a profit."
He arches a brow, but says nothing. Both eyes have now shifted and locked on the slender form of Shellie emerging from the back with a tray full of drinks. I see the way the chill facade melts for an instant, revealing the warmth and raging fire beneath.
That simple look has always been what attracted me to him; the pure, raw, heat of the man. He has an aura that isn't hostile, yet not quite friendly, either. He's like a big cat, all laid back until you piss him off then there's no saving you.
"...Shellie's prolly another." I can't help the smug note which creeps into my voice.
The dark look he shoots in my direction is halfhearted at best. He knows that I'm absolutely right. Ever since that incident with Jackie Boy, him and Shellie've been getting closer and closer. It's sweet, really; Dwight deserves a good woman like her.
"She should join us... Later." I slide a bit closer and let that dangerous tone slide into my voice as our thighs brush.
It's really no secret that I'm polyamorous and revel in the fact. Dwight's only given in a couple times out of the hundreds of nights I've tried, but it was well worth it. He's not a man dictated by his guilty pleasures, and I respect that.
I'll have to admit that the thought of having both of them is tantalizing. However, I doubt that I'd wedge myself between those two. Together, they make something beautiful, untouchable, and I'd never break something like that just for a quick tumble.
"Go find Collin." Comes the other man's low response.
I start, and know the bastard felt it due to the soft, rumbling chuckle that passes his throat. Dwight knows that I'm helplessly infatuated with Collin. Most people except for that blue eyed beauty know, really. God, I hate my life all of a sudden.
"Don't bring him up." Only a few words and my mood goes to shit.
"Right..."
With that, both our eyes shift to the stage to watch Nancy. We're basically the same, Nancy and me. Except she's had her love wrenched away from her brutally, and mine is merely untouchable and beyond my reach. Godammit, Collin.