<em>Danica with the others in the main bar</em><br/><br/>"You're right, Riley," she said, looking a bit relieved by getting permission to take a break and sit on her ass.  She didn't have that much to do and she had the feeling that Leo was going to grab her and take off with her as soon as the meeting was over; the look in his eye had seemed urgent and she hoped that he'd lost his Wartenberg wheel.  He liked to use it on her clit too much.<br/><br/>Hearing Crash's name, she turned and smiled but then looked back at her Coke.  Fuck. Oh well, so much for that.<br/><br/>"You sticking around a while this time?" she asked Nephi, not sure if the woman planned to stay or just grab a drink and go. She didn't think that Riley would let the woman drive drunk.  Despite the offer being sweet, Danica didn't move to sit beside Nephi.  She was half afraid that the woman would bend Danica over a bar stool and stick a gun in her pussy… though that was a rather luscious thought.<br/><br/>Spencer's story was entertaining. "You fucking sluuuuut!" she squeaked, laughing. "Maybe you should take me with you next time. I can entertain your dad and brothers for you while you slip off."  She winked at her roomy, having seen a picture of the men. R<br/><br/>"Same shit, different day, Spencer. Nothing."  She sighed and feigned heartbreak.<br/>