Who: Angie & Gunnar What: Monday Night Where: Seedy Bar When: Monday Night. Warnings: With these two? Proceed w/ caution
Angie was practically in the guy's lap and his hands were all over her backside as she dragged the fifty dollar bill across his lips. He was pretty much telling her everything she wanted to know, which was good, because she wasn't actually planning on paying him. "Uh huh," she said taking his shot of whiskey, just because she could. He was far too distracted to actually care. When he'd said he'd given her everything he knew about the person she was looking for, the heel of her palm came down on his face as she slipped off his lap.
Boots landed on the floor and she shoved her money back in her pocket. Snitches were so easy. Really. He reached to stop her but she escaped his hold and grasped onto his wrist. He found his face on the counter and his arm pressed against his back. "Don't do that," she said calmly. A few people had stopped to look at her, but she didn't show any signs of actually hurting him. "Are we clear?" After he nodded, she let him up, then adjusted her jacket.
She had a name and an address, and everyone had returned to whatever it was that they were doing. Moving a few stools down, she settled into a seat. "One for the road," she asked the bartender while allowing the snitch to lick his wounds.