<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br/>“Oh lord, what do I do? I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothin like you. He’s raised on the edge of the Devil’s backbone. I just wanna take him home.”<br/><br/>Marc snorted from her lap.<br/><br/>“Yeah, like you’re fucking simon pure?” He asked with a grin.<br/><br/>Jackie-D paused her song to cock an eyebrow at him.<br/><br/>“Least I’ve never killed anyone.” She told him, running her hands through his short cropped hair. His face turned very stern for a moment before he nipped her thigh.<br/><br/>“That was war.”<br/><br/>“He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I got.” She sang in response.<br/><br/>Marc must have been feeling the afterglow to be this relaxed. Jackie wiped at the running mascara at her eyes, he liked to make her gag on his cock, which was hell on her makeup. She didn’t mind terribly, this meant he would foot the bill at Mac and at least he could get it up, unlike the last one.<br/><br/>She was still wondering whether she should pass on the information that Marty had shown up at their place this morning. Reeking of weed, piss and cheap booze. He’d given one of his greasy smiles and called her Jacks, trying to wheedle his way into the apartment. She didn’t want to mention it, it was probably a rotten score, but if it wasn’t this could be the big one they were talking about. If she didn’t mention it and Marc found out…well. She had seen his cold calculated tempter and didn’t care to have it aimed at her. It would ruin the moment but if she waited any longer…<br/><br/>“Marty came by,” She said finally “He wants you to call him.”<br/><br/>She kinda hoped he wouldn’t respond, but instead he extracted himself from her lap and went to find a phone.<br/><br/>She didn’t know what was said, but she figured it was go. Otherwise she wouldn’t be sipping a Manhattan while being blasted with strobe lights. She looked at the picture again, and scanned the room for the buxom blonde. She turned the photo over. Appletini was scrawled on the back in Marty's chicken scratch. So, she was looking for a bimbo with no taste in liquor. She sipped her own and looked over the crowd. This better fucking work.