Rule 4: Do not discuss personal effects with a target
Even if he is this good looking.
We've been talking for twenty minutes and he's not even tongue tied; Vulpes is at the other end of the bar, his smirk visible from where I'm sitting. I want to pout, I have my mothers honeyed words (or so my father says) and I usually manage to get what I want by now. But this Courier 6 is no noob himself.
How fun.
"So, Courier 6," I purr, digging my long fingers into my hair, propping my elbow up on the bar.
He chuckles, picks up a dusty glass filled with whiskey. "Call me Richie, darling," he winks.
And something clicks inside of me. I grin, lean in closer. "Ok, Richie," his smile is modest now. "What's your take on this silly war?"
He shakes his head, sets down his glass and folds his arms on the countertop. "Come on, you know the rules," I raise an eyebrow. "No mixing polotics and alcohol."
I smirk, leaning towards him, the way my elbow curls making my breasts flush towards him but he only glances at them for a second. Black Widow shoots, she does not score hard.
"Not even if a lucrative business offer is on the table because of aforementioned war?"
He raises his eyebrows, juts out his bottom lip. "What kind of offer? I've been getting all kinds today, I would love to hear yours."
I smile and straighten my back, grabbing a torn clutch I brought in from the counter. My heels click on the floor, swanky music making my bones rattle. Gomorrah is a cesspool of disease and sex. It disgusts me and intrigues me.
"Shall we go somewhere more private?"
He smirks and nods, grabs his whiskey and tips the bartender. I curl a finger at him and see Vulpes' outline rise from the corner of my eye while Courier 6 follows me. He wears a familiar suit that stretches as he swaggers to the elevator. Benny, his suit. Must have killed him. He was a real cutie.
A two floor room with three guards outside. I close the doors behind me and then watch him sit in a velvet love seat, pace in front of him. I smile sweetly and Vulpes' hands come down on his shoulders.
His expression says he didn't expect that.
"Now, Courier 6," I open my clutch, pull out my fathers Mark. "You have caught the eye of the mighty Caesar. You are very fortuanate to receive the gift of His Mark."
He swallows while I hand the medalion to him; he turns it over thoughtfully, Vulpes looks at me from under the brim of his bowler hat.
He, meaning Courier 6, looked up at me. "I thought women were slaves and breeding stock, not messengers."
I narrow my eyes and Vulpes chuckles. "He has you beat, kitten."
"I will cut you," i snapped at Vulpes then looked down at Ri - 6. "Come to Cottonwood Cove, near Searchlight. You will be escorted to the Fort by boat. You try anything stupid, you have an army against you."
He nodded once, pocketed the medallion. "Will you be there?"
I smiled, cocked my head. "Sweety, didn't I say don't try anything stupid?"
He let out a bark of laughter and I rolled my eyes, looping my arm through Vulpes' as he led us out of the suite; the three guards were piled in the corner by the door, still alive but unconcious. I pressed the Main Floor button and stepped into the elevator, Vulpes beside me. He was so warm...
"I think he was quite nice," Vulpes shrugged.
"Shut up," I snapped.
Sorry for spelling mistakes and the long wait.