“I need a cigarette.”
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A rather amused grin melts across the gunslinger’s expression as she
leans back in the Hyperion’s well-crafted seat. A humming laugh escapes
her throat, ignoring the CEO for a moment as she fishes around in his
drawers for a small package of cigarettes she just so happened to know
he hadlying around somewhere. There’s one left, seems like Handsome
has had a lot on his plate lately. Too bad, she was just in the mood for
a bit of a fix.Removing the rolled paper she places it between her lips, tilting her hat back
as she places those muddy boots of hers onto Jack’s almost too clean
workspace. “Guess your outta luck then huh?” Her voice is wicked, thick
like syrup as her eyes study him, waiting for a reaction. It’s times like these
she enjoys pricking at his skin just enough to set him on edge.
He opens his mouth to say something in protest, but closes it before the first word comes out, squinting his eyes as he watches her from his leaning spot against his desk. His frown is a perfect curve before a corner twitches up and he moves in closer. He perches on one of the chair’s golden edges, looking down at the cowgirl with hooded eyes.
“Sweetheart, I make my own luck.” He plucks the cigarette from purple painted lips before leaning down to kiss her, unknowingly leaving himself open for her to pick his lighter from his pockets.