The young female grinned like the devil himself before she nodded eagerly to encourage Eric to go ahead and use the siren. Why not? They'd earned it by now. Wasting their lives at the station, solving crimes and saving people. Spending every waking hour at the desk. Fuck yes, they could indulge themselves from time to time. Even if no cop would really admit it out loud, then there was a great deal of a fantastic power-trip to be found while dashing across red lights and having cars frantically swerve out of their way. Fascinated, dark brown eyes glanced from the road to be glued to the man at the steering wheel. She watched eagerly as that handsome partner of hers drove like the maniac he was, displaying one of the many sides she loved about him. She'd always admired how he could stay a step ahead of her in everything...<br/><br/>With every other guy, it'd piss her off that he would be a better shooter, better driver and even better drinker... but with Eric it was different. Missy couldn't describe the sort of fascination she held towards this man. But she was completely cool with him always being the one she could look up to and have around to bounce ideas off of him. Her respect for him held no bounds.<br/><br/>But the longer she stared at him, the quicker her inner beast started awakening. And that beast was<b>hungry</b>. For him. For all sorts of things she wanted to do with and to him. There was a tingle between her legs and a definite twinge of anticipation in her womb as she allowed her imagination to roam free for just a second. Permitted herself a moment where she didn't worry about consequences or anything of the likes. There was a seriously primal and powerful urge she was battling with right now, an urge to grab him by the hair and crush his lips underneath hers. She wanted to straddled him right now and make out with him while he continued driving like a crazed person. Missy wondered if he‘d start panicking while she would be touching him all over, running her hands down that muscular abdomen and towards the goal... unzipping his pants... Would he be capable of driving so well if she'd start giving him some first class servicing?<br/><br/>Missy was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was staring at his crotch area, her mouth almost watering at the very wild thoughts that were running through her head right now. Which in return caused her to very abruptly turn her head away and stare out of the window again. What the heck. Was this the tequila that was causing her to get so insanely horny for Eric, oooor maybe the alcohol had really just boosted what she‘d been thinking about all along while working with him. Either way, she cleared her throat, before grabbing at the dashboard when he swerved to avoid hitting a tiny little car.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"You crazy sonuva..."</span><br/><br/>A nervous giggle escaped her, whilst she tried regaining whatever amount of composure she had left. Too bad it was almost impossible to think when having downed as much of liquor as she had. She really didn't want to spoil the work relationship they had going, so she was doing all she could to refrain from saying anything lewd or improper to him... and for a natural potty-mouth like Missy, that was a seriously straining task. Once they came to a halt at the mysterious shooting range that Eric knew of, she looked curiously around before flashing him a grin. This was going to be fun. Maybe she‘d be able to relieve some of that sexual tension of hers by shooting a<b>lot</b>. Something about emptying a gun at a target was the perfect remedy to clear ones head. Stepping out of the car, she grabbed at the door for a moment while waiting for her head to stop spinning. Ok, so maybe that last sip or two of the tequila had not been the brightest of ideas.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"How come I've never been to this place before? You hoarding special spots and not sharing with your beloved partner?" </span><br/><br/>Her voice sounded weird to her, slightly slurry and maybe more girly and higher pitched than usually, as she straightened her back and walked on<b>almost </b>steady feet up to her partner. A light thumping of her fist against his arm, before she was grinning like an idiot again.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"You ready to have your ass handed to you in there? I'm feeling confident I'll be hitting bulls eye aaaall the time."</span>