Black Sheep

“For you? Of course I am.”

“Now you’re just buttering me up for something.”

“Maybe.... You’re more fun when you’re buttered.”

“Humoring me now, are we?” Noble said, trying to stay slick. It wasn’t working at all.

    “I don’t do things for other people’s enjoyments.” He replies, folding his hands on the desk in front of him. 

“A man after his own interests, I like it.” Noble leaned forward, tilting his head to one side.

“Pretty on the inside doesn’t get you free drinks.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“Cheers to that. What else you want?”

“Are you spendin’ big tonight? I’ll take a vodka cranberry then.”

“For you? Of course I am.”

“The effortlessness makes to worse.” Noble smiled innocently, glancing at the gun and choosing to ignore it.

Well it didn’t seem that he was getting anywhere with this. At least not where he originally thought this was going to go. But it was taking an interesting turn that’s for sure. Those violet eyes look him over once more before he walks forward and slides onto the other side of the table. 

“Humoring me now, are we?” Noble said, trying to stay slick. It wasn’t working at all.

His eyes raised and gave the other a proper once-over. “I have to admit, that title turns me on.”

    “Oh. Is that so.” His hands move on his hips, his jacket pulling back and showing the handle of his gun. “And here I’m not even trying.” 

“The effortlessness makes to worse.” Noble smiled innocently, glancing at the gun and choosing to ignore it.

“Maybe…depends on how I feel after you get me trashed.”

“Cheers to that. What else you want?”

“Now about that kiss,” he said in a deep southern drawl, leaning ing close.

One firm kiss to the lips was all she delivered. “And that’s all you get.”

“More later though, right?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and sipping his drink again.

“I’ve got it.” He said, performing the task seamlessly. Lick, shoot, bite, slam. Repeat twice. “Now your move.”

“No problem,” She echoed, going for her own shot. It was a bit harder to swallow, but she made it.

“Now about that kiss,” he said in a deep southern drawl, leaning ing close.

“Pfft, that’s easy.” He smiled, waving for three more shots. “I hope you mean with the salt and lime because I love that shit.”

“With whatever you want. As long as it’s three. And you can’t quit between them!”

“I’ve got it.” He said, performing the task seamlessly. Lick, shoot, bite, slam. Repeat twice. “Now your move.”

“Tequila or vodka, u know I like clear shit.” He said, quickly licking, shooting, and biting. “So if you want something else, you order.”

“If you can drink three in a row I’ll let you kiss me. How’s that for you?”

“Pfft, that’s easy.” He smiled, waving for three more shots. “I hope you mean with the salt and lime because I love that shit.”

“Nah, I like wasted better.”

“Water doesn’t burn and neither does vodka if you drink enough.”

“You know what, that comment boosted my self esteem. Victory tequila shots?”

“I don’t normally do tequila but if you’re buying, I’ll do one with you. Come to momma.”

“Tequila or vodka, u know I like clear shit.” He said, quickly licking, shooting, and biting. “So if you want something else, you order.”

Noble took a nervous sip of his drink. “Because I’m moderate to more than okay in bed? Or because I buy you coke?”

“Hmmm. All of the above, actually. And because you’re cute,” Rosie replied, reaching to pinch his cheek.

“You know what, that comment boosted my self esteem. Victory tequila shots?”

“’S weird though.”