“You aren’t as scary as you think,” Renata countered. The truth was, some of her friends probably would do what Mason said, but there wasn’t any way she was going to agree with the man. “And you aren’t going to threaten my mates, you wanker. Besides you they’re all I’ve got ‘round here.” A mental image of Chris and Mason having a conversation flickered through her brain and made her cringe. It wasn’t that she didn’t think that would be a good combination, but well, she didn’t think it would be a good combination.
Considering the offer, she tapped her fingers against the case. Nursing a hangover wasn’t how she wanted to spend tomorrow, but the part of her that loved a challenge wasn’t easily backing down. “And a case of bullets,” she tacked on, just to buy herself time while she decided if she really was that dumb.
There was some doubt that it wouldn’t do anything but entertain Mason to see her try, and a big possibility that she would end up throwing up, which meant she’d end up cleaning up, and that wasn’t how she wanted to spend her holiday.
“And you would be bored, stuck in the city like you are.” Renata’s eyes widened when her cousin withdrew his grasp. It felt a little bit like playing chicken, even if he had all but relinquished his claim on what was left. Shifting the case on the table, she tipped her head to the side for a good long minute. Finally she settled back into the couch and only took one unopened bottle with her.
“Nah, don’t think so. I changed my mind.” She pushed the case back towards him with her toes. “Been fooled into that one before, not going to do it again.”