Tensions are high, and the stakes? Well the stakes are higher. Watching and waiting isn’t usually her style, a more “guns blazing” technique fancying her a bit more, but this called for more finesse. A careful hand and nimble footing, both which she’d be more than happy to provide. After all losing wasn’t an option. Their opponents had already been mowed down- quite quickly to no surprise but him…>
He put up quite a fight. She’d make sure to give him props when he was 6 feet under.
From a distance she watched quietly waiting for him to move and then, yes then, he gave her the perfect opening. It takes her only a few moment to snake out of the shadows, placing her cocked “gun” into thick brown locks.
A wicked purple grin paints itself across her expression, leaning in so she was inches from his ear when she exhaled the word “BANG!-” with genuine glee. The giddy laugh that escapes her throat only adds insult to injury, moving her gun shaped digits to her lips to give a little blow before she motions to “re-holster” that oh so dangerous pistol.
“They don’t call me the best shot on Pandora for nothin’ cowboy ehe, buuut you put up a decent fight- shouldn’t feel too bad~”
Jack mimes actually being shot in the head, wailing and ever the drama queen, until he’s spun around to face the cowgirl. He’d be more upset about losing if she wasn’t so hot when she beat him. He makes a show of rolling his shoulders, stretching out his arms and pulling an exaggerated nonchalant face, swiping a thumb over his nose.
“Yeah, well. You know me. Always top of the barrel.”
He wiggles the thumb hammers of his ‘guns’ as he points them at her. The game might be over, but he can’t resist doing his favorite ‘I’m going to charm the pants off of you’ move. It usually works on Nisha. Sometimes. Okay he won’t lie, it probably doesn’t work at all– but he can dream.
He balances on a foot to lean in her direction, giddy from the game and full of that violent energy he gets specifically when Nisha’s around. He wants to kiss her and push her into the closest fountain at the same time and it frustrates the hell out of him. He wonders if that’s why they have so much sex or if it’s because they’re both just insatiable as hell. Probably both.
But the ‘battle’ has made him more than just the usual horny, and he tries to think of any decent take out places on Helios, but comes up short. He’d really have to do something about that. He puts on his best ‘pretty please’ face.
“How ‘bout you and I blow this popsicle stand and get something to eat that isn’t freeze-dried crap?”