"You are my kinda girl," Ash hiccups. Arcade rolls his eyes indignantly and mopes in the corner. Cass snickers, her hat pull low over her eyes.
"Tell me, sugar. You got any *other* attachments for that hand of yours?"
"Oh, for God's sake- I'm right here," Arcade calls irritably. Ash waves the chainsaw in direction with a soft "Pssssh" sound.
"Ignore him. He's just being a spoil sport. However, I haven't gotten laid since the Middle Ages. Hows about you and me go somewhere a little more sexy?" Cass lets out a drunken giggle as Ash cuddles up close to her.
"Still here," Arcade grumbles.