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“You’re damn right you can be a little ‘abrasive’.”</span>she mocks,<span style="color: blue">“You get all up in my bloody face when you should be kissin’ my ass here. Lets remember of your entire motley crew of misfits, I’m the only one who didn’t come on er’ own free will.  I didn’t get a fuckin’ choice.  SO..excuse the fuck out of  me for the hostility. “ </span><br/><br/>She furrows her brow,<span style="color: blue">“Maybe I’m just not used to being grilled for information with out a boot in my neck or tied to something…”</span>shes less hostile now.   Frantically angry to a hurt kitten all in the matter of six seconds.<br/><br/>Emma just stares at the nude woman.   Any other day- Literally- ANY other day she would have jumped at the chance to have play time with some well ta' do painted sexpot. She kinda wonders right now if she should anyhow. I mean, the chance of coming out of this alive was slim right?<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“Its not that it ain’y my thing..” </span>She eyes the painted woman up and down, unconsciously licking against her bottom lip as she ogles.<span style="color: blue">“Just eh…dance cards’ been a little full today , if you know what I mean.”</span>She blows a smoke ring into a tiny little heart and beams with a catlike grin,<span style="color: blue">“Maybe next time.”<br/>
</span><br/>She ashes the cigar and sits up from her slouching position.<span style="color: blue">“Now I appreciate the ..removal of the bounty, but you’ll have to forgive me for not relaxing.  The last thing I’d ever want is to fall back into their hands.  So make nice with the bounty, and we’ll see how fast they put another one out…I ain’t sayin you aint a woman who can’t get stuff done, but I know the Gangers, you tell ‘em  I’m dead , they’ll want a body, you say it was disposed of they’ll want the head of whoever did the job. Its real grease ball shit. That whole organization is fucked…”</span>Emma inhales again, holding the smoke in her lungs as she eyes Fanya up and down.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“There is one more thing you can do for me…You want me to play nice, get me information.” </span>She leans forward, leaning in close to Fanya, smoke curling out of her nostrils,  her fingertips dancing over the painted womans thighs.<span style="color: blue">“I’ve a …vested interest in NCR’s human experimentations. As our good friend project 19 does…But I ain’t got any questions about him…But ..” </span>She leans in close , brushing her lips against Fanya cheek, pursing her lips to whisper in her ear,<span style="color: blue">“Any information you come across, about exposure to radiation, and ‘ghoul-if-ication…you send my way. “ She pats Fanyas upper thigh, letting her thumb brush against the nude womans mons. “And I’ll play very..very nice.  Putty in yr’ hands ..I’ll blow up anything you want.” </span>she leans back and raise a brow, running the back of her fingers acrossed the painted ladys face,<span style="color: blue">“Get me that information, an I’m yr girl. In every. Possible. Way.”<br/>
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