<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice chuckled again when Peer slapped her ass. He was an unbearably cheeky son of a gun, wasn't he? But that was exactly why Alice liked him. It was the way he always had a quick joke, the way he reacted fast when she threw a ball into his court. She had to admit to liking the way they bickered. Oddly enough that was, for her, the proof they had something good going on in there.<br/><br/>Listening to Peter as he told Serge it was better to steer clear from women, Alice grinned and pretended to hang her head in shame. She then shook her head, unable to keep the expression for too long. She laughed when Peter said he would have to show her that he was the man in the house. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Ha"</span>, was the only word that escaped Alice's lips in reply.<br/><br/>She laughed again when Serge asked Peter if he needed some blue pills. She knew full well that he didn't, but it was entertaining to just watch as the doctor spoke like her. Noticing Peter seemed a little upset, Alice winked back at Serge and smiled at him.<br/><br/>As soon as Peter and Maria got out of her sight, Alice ran her fingers through her hair. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Any special recomendation for me?"</span> The question was asked with Alice's gaze to the general direction Peter had taken. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Anything I should know to keep that son of a bitch out of trouble while he heals?"</span></div>