His theatric display only proves to feed her growing ego over the win as another euphoric laugh bubbles from her throat. Briefly she wondered how pretty that handsome grin would look dripping with a fresh coat of actual blood…
But the thought only conjures another even more wicked idea. Nisha’s high from the win, and not quite ready to let her play end just yet as tempting as Helios cuisine was. There’s just something about the programmer that makes her want to hurt em’ oh so lasciviously. .
“Mm… or you know, we could-” She places her pistol against his thigh, pressing the metal gently a little too close to his groin. “Up the ante a little?” The mischievous smile transcends any malicious intent she had. After all, she wasn’t keen on killing the guy- he was far too entertaining. Still, a little blood and gunpowder? Now that was an aphrodisiac.
“You’re always goin on and on about how “accurate” those Hyperion guns are compared to good ol’ fashioned Jakob’s pistols, so why don’t we put it to the test? Winner take all, the title of “Best Shot on Helios” and hell aha- I’ll even consider replacing my trusty Maggie.”
“’N’less, you’re scared-”
The closed mouth, throaty noise that comes out of Jack is high-pitched indeed when gun metal meets one of his more sensitive areas. His first reaction is to wrap a hand around hers, but his second wave of survival instincts kick in and he just hovers close instead, fingers ghosting over the fabric covering her wrist.
“Up the uh– ante?” He’s distracted by the gun and her smile, but after a few seconds it dawns on him and he makes an audible ‘oooh’ sound, smirk pulling dangerously at his lips.
He fiddles with his personal digistruct module as she talks, spawning in his favorite pistol, (Hyperion of course). The thought has him even more excited, there’s nothing hotter than Nisha in her element. Her element just happens to involve a lot of blood and bodily mutilation. But the prospect of Nisha giving up her favored and trusty pistol for something he designed is too damn good to pass up. Even if she is bullshitting him. ( He wants the damn thing on his trophy shelf more than he wants most things. )
“Mm, you had me at ‘Hyperion’.”
“I hope you don’t intent on using real bullets cause ah– I don’t really think we’re at the stage of our relationship to be trying to kill each other. I mean, I’m pretty sure that’s after the breakup phase. Going from uh, previous experience.” The thought of Moxxi puts a sour taste in his mouth and he swallows it down. Why cry over spilled milk when he has a tall glass of whiskey right in front of him?
“Hologram? Ooor, we can digistruct some non-lethals from the barracks. Up to you, schnookums.” He cocks his pistol, holding it high by his side and gives her a haughty, ‘I’m about to whoop your ass like it’s heavy cream’ look.
“How much d’ya want it to hurt ?”