Leigh's frown slowly twisted into a grin and she began moving closer to Seth. "Oooohh, Seth, is that a gun in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" She began to grind against him a little bit.
"It's a gun. Cut the crap, Leigh." He was lying. She knew it and he knew she knew it. But that was all part of playing the game. She smelled fantastic and felt even better. Goddamn, it had been a long time. Why did all this shit have to happen now? Seth refocused and got back on the clock. He wasn't as stupid as everybody thought he was. When it was time for business, he did business. After, well. . .that's when things sometimes got hairy and had a tendency to bite you in the ass.
Leigh was a biter. Interpret that how you will. That's ok. Seth thought to himself. Let them all underestimate me. We'll see who plays this one out to the end.
Seth reached up under her jacket and began to search down into her pants. "Oh, baby, right down to business, aren't you? It's been a while since we played this game, lover." She purred.
He pulled her gun out of her pants and quickly stuck it into the now empty shoulder holster he'd gotten from Redjack. "Oh, we've never played this game before, Leigh. At least, not with each other. Now, you and I are gonna have a little sitdown and we're gonna talk about some really messed up things that I just saw and heard about over the bridge."
