Curly smiled at the pained look on the girl’s face, and ignored the tears the woman cried. He didn’t get off on tears, those they didn’t detract from the woman either. He’d just as soon not worry about them if he could, and ole Suzie Q was doing just that. He pushed his lips together as he pondered things over. He switched the grip on the knife so that he held it with the blade facing up and pointed to her. He wasn’t threatening her with the knife, but it would be hard to ignored with blade as it waddled in her direction.<br/><br/>He’d heard more than watched Larry’s approach behind him, and chuckled. He was going to have to make sure either one of them didn’t kill the hostages too damn soon. He’d patted Larry on the shoulder and nodded “She don’t know no better Larry, but I think she’s getting the hang of things by now. Let me talk to her for a little…see if maybe we can get her to see that whole light of reason thing, eh?” With a flourish, he’d made a bit of a bow to Suzie Q and began to speak.<br/><br/>“Well, Suzie. As you’ve just heard, he’s not a pit bull, and he’d probably need an apology for calling him such a base animal, where he is obvious a predator of the highest caliber. Two, that little bitch tried to leave the party. And party poopers get paddled. Three, I wouldn’t be the one getting my hair pulled. That’s what you all are for!” He stared at her a bit and scratched the stubble on his cheek with the knife before he pointed again. “Now, I took that tape off for you to convince me to be nice, not talk me into it. So start convincing.” His smile got good and broad after that, and he crossed his arms, keeping the knife arm free to move, as he waited to be convinced.<br/>