Niki felt a vein in her forehead tick and clenched her jaw hard to prevent herself from lashing out, verbally or physically, at Saint.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Shark food, my ass, </span>she thought bitterly, already barely able to stand the man. It would be very satisfying to arrest him… And equally satisfying to just shoot him. She relaxed slightly, as the conversation deviated away from her… for all of two seconds.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Maybe your girl can put out… for the whole crew…”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">This guy is, officially, an asshole,</span>Niki thought, staring back with a deadpan gaze that clearly said “keep dreaming.” KC attempted a save, but it looked like Niki was going to have to do something regardless.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ugh. It’s times like these that I hate being female.</span><br/><br/>“I’m faithful to my guy,” she said, shaking her head, “But I used to dance in high school, before I dropped out. No laughing!”<br/><br/>It was half true. Niki had been on the dance team in high school and was flexible enough. She only hoped her pride would hold off long enough to save her from looking like a complete dunce and blowing her cover by shooting everyone. This Saint character was severely testing her patience.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Just… Put on a show, Niki. </span><br/><br/>“Uh… We wouldn’t happen to have music, would we? It’d be pretty weird to dance to nothing,” she added with a slightly nervous laugh.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I kind of hate my life right now.</span>