Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

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.

You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

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 band geek has liquor?

I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.