Re: The Deck, toward the Bridge
Once more he claimed the pretty bauble on his neck was his and the woman didn't bother to hide her eye roll. "Yeah, yeah, no touchy." Her free hand rose up and wiggled her fingers, keeping them empty and far from him. Her petals shook. She couldn't understand his words, if she could call them that, but the sentiment rang through what she did get.
The fact that he started the Tarzan spiel made her grin. Jane was the name on the tip of her tongue, how she longed to fuck with him, but another name toppled from her lips. "Nobody." She snickered to herself as she flicked her cigarette. Hey, it worked on a cyclops, it could work on an ape man.
The snake rattled at her back, entwining around the skull, moving through the flowers. The tip of the tail she could feel flicking over her shoulder. She wondered if he could see and then quickly squashed the thought. It didn't matter.
"Me," she pointed to herself, "Lady," she finally decided, something somewhere between mercy and pity supplying him some kind of name. She was guessing "Tattooed Lady" wouldn't roll off his unfamiliar tongue, and at least it answered his other question too. "See, now we're friends. You can put that baby away." Her eyes glanced pointedly at the blade he still held to her. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to point that at a lady?"
With circular movements she gestured to her chest, and then to him. Just because she wasn't touching at the jewel didn't mean she'd forgotten it. "Then you can tell me what you want for that?" She hadn't formulated a plan for getting it from him just yet, but the wheels were turning. It helped to know the worth of things before even thinking of what to put into motion.