what she thinks is that they’re wasting their time. she’s direct: if she wants something, she takes it. flirting is pointless and she’d rather skip the boring parts. if he wanted something other than to be her drinking buddy then he’s really barking up the wrong tree and she’s letting him down easy by keeping it simple. “wow, a pity drink. you really know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don’t you?”
“if i wanted to sweep you off your feet? i’d have made sure to buy you a whole round.” there was a shrug. “if you’d like, i’d make it two two drinks, and more will come as time goes by.” or, rather, if he thought she’d prove amusing. so far? she was just an annoyance.
“if you didn’t want to buy me a drink then why the hell do we waste our time talking?” it’s not like she’s ever been interested in anything else. “use your mind tricks on someone else, i’m not humoring you if there isn’t anything in it for me.”
“you truly think i’m some sort of,” a roll of his eyes. “never mind.” part of him wanted to argue with her, but he already knew that he’d not get anywhere. more importantly, he would only find himself in more trouble. so, he decided to admit defeat – maybe that way she’d stop talking. “you want a drink? fine, i’ll get you one drink.”
“one of us owes the other and since I just got stiffed on a case, I’m saying it’s you.”
“and you think i’m gonna buy you a drink?” he couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his lips for a few moments. “cute. very cute.”
“as long as it takes.” he never chose a side; the only side that he had was his own. if he won, he’d make sure to take everyone out, but if he lost? well, he’d make sure it was costly for all sides. that was just the way he operated. “i suppose you object?”
“i wouldn’t be too sure ‘bout that.” ky should have learned to trust jess by now, but instead, he distrusted her more than usual. he could take care of himself – ky always had ( or so he ultimately believed ). “’sides, i have far more tricks up my sleeves than even you know about.”
“so you can kill them too? I’m not letting that happen.” she didn’t want to kill him or even hurt him but if it would save someone else’s life, she would. she’s not going to let anyone else be put in danger for a mistake she’d made of trusting someone she shouldn’t again. “don’t make me do this. surrender now and I’ll make sure they go easy on you.” they’ll imprison him most likely but that was better than death.
“it’s not like that.” he wasn’t going to hurt them – was he? possibly not, but there was still a chance he could. a reason to why he was attempting to keep himself under control. well, more or less at least. “you know me – call your friends or otherwise… i’m not going to surrender. not when i know it won’t change things.”
“if you want something just come out with it. I don’t have the patience for guessing games and every time I see you, you need something.” it washelp with his vessel dying the last time so he can only imagine what it was now. as much as he likes the idea of drinking a place dry, he’s not stupid enough to think there’s not a catch involved.
“i don’t always need something.” a full out lie; ky always came when he needed something. even more so when it involved something a bit more… personal. still, he wasn’t going to get into the specifics – not yet. “think of this as… an incentive to listen. anything else will come after.”
the answer to that was a resounding fucking no. he’s not a client or friend so whatever he’d done to get shot at, she doesn’t give a shit. “yeah and I’m sure you deserved it.” more than once she’d been tempted to kick his ass herself that she could certainly understand the motivation to shoot him.
“i deserved to rip them to shreds. not be shot at.” of course, the reason he got in this situation was due to ripping someone to shreds. something that ky had to actually work on one of these days. restraint.
finally something they can agree on. having friends are a pain in the ass and that title is already taken by someone else. “well now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, you can show yourself out. I’m busy.”
“you don’t look busy,” the words were said bluntly as his hands slid into his back pockets. “in-fact, you don’t look very busy at all.” though, he’d been wrong before. he just didn’t think he would this time around. “just saying.”
Hellfirebound 