<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg1830495#msg1830495">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 26-04-2009, 09:10:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Pretty Boy threw his head back in laughter.<br/>"Man, does she have you pegged!"<br/>Grendel's reaction was quite the opposite, he snarled with bared teeth and blazing eyes.<br/>"Whore! I will ride you like the bitch you are." He looked like he meaned it too, as he slowly walked toward her, and Gina had to wonder if provoking the rabid dog in the Hound's pack had been such a terribly bright idea.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The pretty one laughed, at least that was something... the skinhead seemed to be pretty sensitive, and she pressed her lips together, eyes narrowing. And without hesitation, she drew her gun from the holster at the small of her back, and leveled it at the advancing man.<br/><br/>Or just a little less than leveled; the dark hole of her gun was aimed squarely at his crotch.<br/><br/>"I have had one HELL of a fucking week," she hissed, feet planting and toes curling as if she could gripe the low-pile carpet of the hallway through the soles of her shoes. "So I'm warning you right now, ANYthing you try to touch me with, you're gonna lose."<br/><br/>Gina's eyes flicked toward Pretty Boy. "Where are we going?" It was curt... but it showed she was willing to play ball, at least for a while.