"Heisting a companion sure leaves us with a few options, doesn't it?  Meaning once we get the money... I don't tend to touch the merchandise if you get my meaning."<br/><br/>That faint lustfulness in her eyes made him smirk and roll his dark eyes.  Jenn was a damned feisty woman, both when it came to drinking and putting a hurting on a man.  But sometimes, when the mood hit her like a gorramning Reaver, she was hornier than a pen full of steers.<br/><br/>"And neither will you.  Keep the money in mind and little else,<em>don ma</em>?"<br/><br/>He didn't wait for a nod as he crossed the cargo bay and out of the damned sun.<br/><br/>"We leave in two hours then."<br/><br/>As she started to strut away in search of more gin, he took to following her further into the confines of the grounded rust heap they called a ship.  It might not have air conditioning just yet but the interior of the ship was cast in shadows and the few working lights they had gotten going.  It was a lot more pleasant than sitting in the afternoon heat of Persephone.  He caught up with her just as they reached the mid way point between the bridge and the single working shuttle they had scrapped up.  His arms went about her waist and he held her close, breathing in her faint scent.  His voice was low, a teasing whisper.<br/><br/>"I think I know what you have in mind to pass the time."<br/>