[ His laugh is low and heady, but Betina knows she can wring a few heckles from him if she puts her mind to it. ]
I think we should paint the town red tonight, Hollis. [ Betina grins a jackal grin and then abandons her cigarette, flicking it off carelessly with the end of a nail. One hand comes up to move across the broad expanse of his shoulders, his wrist still tightly gripped in the other. She laughs one last time; she makes his nerves sing. ] Let's start with me, shall we?
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I think we should paint the town red tonight, Hollis. [ Betina grins a jackal grin and then abandons her cigarette, flicking it off carelessly with the end of a nail. One hand comes up to move across the broad expanse of his shoulders, his wrist still tightly gripped in the other. She laughs one last time; she makes his nerves sing. ] Let's start with me, shall we?