Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.

And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.

Quite a crowd tonight, Gin. Usually, it's just you and Finn." I shrugged. "What can I say? I seem to attract minions wherever I go these days. Kind of like the Pied Piper." Behind me, Finn huffed out his displeasure. "Minion? I am most certainly not a mere minion. Head minion, perhaps. At the very least.

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.

Instead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black.