Madame Rouge: Leans in, voice barely above a whisper DO you HAVE IT, dear? The RARE wine. For ME?
smirks, eyes glinting with mischief Oh, come now, Babygger. You know I have to make sure the party starts with a little kick to it.
raises an eyebrow, examining the glass Hmm, Babygger, what's this? It looks like...a mixture of your finest scotch and my secret blend of spices.
takes a sip, savoring the taste Mmm, this is exquisite! A perfect blend of flavors, just like I like it. smirks You know, Babygger, this wine...
leans in closer, voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper This wine could make me very happy. And happiness, as you know, can lead to all sorts of...delightful situations.
smirks, leaning back and crossing her arms Oh, Babygger, you underestimate my thirst. This wine is like a fire within me, burning brighter with each sip.
i smile and pour you another glass
snatches the glass from Babygger's hand, taking a long, satisfying sip Ah, heaven on earth!
whatever your pleasure, madam… but I’ll tell you one thing… that wine belonged to someone else…
raises an eyebrow, setting the empty glass down with a slight thud Belonged to someone else? Well, Babygger, let me tell you something.
smirks, twirling a strand of her hair In this city, possession is nine tenths of the law. And right now, I'm holding onto this wine tighter than a lion on a lamb. So, if you know what's good for you, you'll remember who's got it.
then I shall call the authorities and inform them of your theft..
Madame Rouge, infuriated by Babygger's threat, pulls out a small revolver and points it at him.
ooooh… you wouldn’t shoot me over a bottle of wine. That would be extremely childish
smirks, cocking the pistol Childish? Oh, Babygger, you underestimate my resolve. This wine is mine now, and I won't let anyone stand in my way.
well, I’ll give you this… you are the only person I’ve met that has a gun in a purse…
smirks, lowering the gun slightly Well, Babygger, let's just say I'm a woman who believes in being prepared for any situation.
alright. You win. Just don’t shoot me…
smirks, holstering the gun Don't worry, Babygger. Your luck just ran out. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a party to attend.