Deadeye Gun Range
"Out of respect for her and Dylan I never asked…" Holly interpreted your sigh, accurately or otherwise. "Though I know the optics and timing look bad. I can tell you I absolutely had nothing to do with it, though — Tommy fucking Two-Fingers had the nerve to ask."

Formerly three-fingers. Formerly four-fingers. It also meant that Holly had to start looking into this person that was trusted to take over The Poodle and this other venture that gigi was slated to debut, one that she had to presume was put on ice. Phoebe something, someone she knew very little about.

What was more pressing was her relationship with Edgewater Empire, whose tag was visible intermittently all over the Palisades in particular. Being their primary connect to primo product meant she was too valuable to bother, but who knows just how secure it made her position relative to whatever fluid heirarchy the street gang upheld, how flexible her relationship to secondary interests like Chicago or Rockshore could be.

She eyed the second bag that rested on the tailgate, gesturing with a pink-manicured fingertip. "Mmmm, whatcha got there? You know I've been breaking in a new Mk47 — you know Seven-Six isn't exactly my favorite but I might be warming up to it…"

A scrape of dust and debris marked a turn and pivot as she headed back towards the range, turning her ear-pro back on as it hung around her neck like a collar, pinching in the halo of her hair awkwardly.

"I sure hope not. I was kinda hoping she'd just forget about it, actually. I've half a mind to fake my own death and flee the country if she actually does call it in. Like what can we really provide for Vargas other than a really expensive cup of coffee, eh? Like we're not unique or special, so the greatest utility we can possibly represent for her are to be a sacrifice or a patsy, and I ain't about that…"

She hesitated, though, and looked back at you. "Well okay maybe you represent more, what with your other skills and maybe a connect up to Spain, and I've got my lead with Sinaloa and a few key friends in low places, but… if she gets to know about any of that, we might be in pretty deep trouble."

smiling as you offer up your breast to luccee...*grin*

Fenix Arsenal
She spots you there with the extra arms and the guns, firing away, and stops to watch until those clicks. All eight of them.

Her brow is raised, impressed, when you come out of the range to greet her.

"Hey, Echo. How's it going?"

She glances around to make sure they're the only two people in here, or that anyone else here is one of them. The crew for this mission, that is. It's only then that she bends down to unlock the crate and reveal its contents.

"Dylan and I went scavenging earlier today. We've got the transponders."

Not all of them are in the best shape, but between you and Nobunaga no doubt things can be pieced together.

nervous bites my
lip
then wetting them with my tongue
dark eyes on yours

fingers stroking a nipple thru the silk
then soft lips pressing to the firm roundness

moaning a bit

peeks a little early

i thought you'd never ask....... yes please.....

my gosh
mmmmmmmm
fingers spread over your breasts
so warm

may i kiss one please?

Taking a stroll

wandering in, looking around, sniffing the air .. big browns narrowing .. a little hiss

I Fear there has been mischief about .. turning .. heading for the Treasure Box Miss Claudia kept hidden .. opening it .. reaching in .. finding HER Magic and waving it around .. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm grinning as I close the box and once again hide it .. straightening to tall .. rolling my shoulders .. grinning like a silly again mmmmmmmmmmmm

Okay .. It is time for Foolishness once again.
inhaling as I smell the scent of or long gone girlie girl mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Time for Foolishness .. Please please please once again post Your Funnies .. and Naughtiness that our girl loves to read from her Throne of Pink FluFF while she watches over Her room and gigglessssssssssss

Cabin
All is well.
Heading for My CabIn.

Sounds extremely British.

The guards said she had gained 40 lbs since coming here
laughing at the way her ass jiggles
when they stick their tools in
just like a real pig they laugh

Fenix Arsenal
*click*
*click*
*click*
*click*
*click*
*click*
*click*
*click*

All clips depleted. Slides wide open. The extra mechanical arms pull back and all aim their barrels ceiling-ward as Echo steps back from the range and turns his audio-ware back up.

He'll miss this style of fighting. Maybe, someday, he'll bring it back. But for now, TEcho is the way to roll.

Oh, he has a visitor. And important.

"Hola, Victoria." He walks right over to you, the extra mechanical arms keeping their upward trajectory as he gets closer. Eyeing the wheeled crate, then you, then around you towards the door.

He almost asks 'where's Dylan'...but that would be rude to assume you were only allowed out with him.

"What can I do for you?" A gesture towards the crate.

Probably my non-urban people.

giggling.... taking your hand..... placing it on my firm breast......

it's ok... you can feel them.....you could have these too

Umm...

Goes to look.

Reader's Digest?

giggling
staring at your tits

those are amazing

i. i truly crave being used
like a slave.. no rights. just listen and obey
so yes that’s exciting for me

Drops in for a nightcap,
Pleased to see the VIP Lounge was active.

Which urban center came up with that