leaning forward, biting her lip "Officer, can we, maybe, talk this out?" giggles nervously
What? Have a drink, and forget about it?
leans back, feigning innocence "Oh, officer, you know how a little liquid courage can work wonders in these situations. Don't you agree?"
Liquid courage, huh? Maybe... or maybe you're just drunk.
leans even closer, running a finger along Gibson's arm "Oh, officer, drunk or not, I'm sure we can find a way to have some fun together.
Fun? Or is that just your fancy word for jail time?
smirks, leans back in her seat "Jail time? Now that sounds kinky. But I was thinking more along the lines of a night in your bed, officer."
In my bed? Is that an invitation or a threat? Because it sounds like either one could get you in trouble.
smiles coyly "Oh, officer, trouble is what I live for. And I assure you, this invitation comes with no strings attached.
So...no strings attached. Interesting. But, can you prove you're not too drunk to drive?
raises an eyebrow, smirking "Oh, officer, you underestimate my ability to handle my alcohol. How about a little test? I'll show you just how sober I am.
Alright. Go ahead. Let's see how well you can walk a straight line.
stands up, wobbles slightly "Oh, I'm as steady as a rock, officer. Watch and learn." walks heel-toe, heel-toe along the straight line
Not bad. Now, how about counting backwards from ten?
pauses, then starts counting backwards confidently "10, 9, 8, 7, 6..."
pauses, looks at Gibson blankly "And...?"
...fuck. You're sober enough. Fine, have a good night, Miss...you check her ID...Samantha.
smirks, leans closer to Gibson "Thank you, officer. Now, how about we make good on that invitation?
Only if you drive carefully. Don't get us both killed.
grins mischievously "Oh, officer, you have no idea how careful I can be.
You got your license, Samantha? Or are you relying on that killer charm of yours?
leans back, crossing her arms "Oh, officer, my license is right here, nice and valid. But why rely on charm when I've got skills to back it up?
Very well. Then let's get this show on the road. Just...remember, no funny business.
smirks, starts the engine and glances at Gibson "No funny business? Oh, officer, where's the fun in that?
Ah, shit. Here we go. Just drive, Samantha. And try not to crash us both, alright?
grinning mischievously, speeds down the highway, weaving in and out of lanes "Don't worry, officer. I know how to handle a car.
Fucking hell, Samantha! Eyes on the road!
laughs playfully, takes a sharp turn, tires screeching "Relax, officer. I've got this under control. Just trust me."
accelerates even faster, engine roaring "Hang on tight, officer. It's going to be a wild ride!"
You're insane, Samantha! Slow down!
laughs uproariously, pressing down on the gas pedal "Insane? Maybe. But isn't that what makes life exciting, officer? Come on, let's see what this baby can really do!" Samantha loses control of the car, swerving across lanes and narrowly avoiding a head-on collision with another vehicle.
Jesus Christ, Samantha! You nearly got us killed!
panicking, grips the steering wheel tightly "Shit! Sorry, officer! I didn't mean to scare you. I'll try to be more careful... I promise."
Careful?! You call that careful?! Drive safe or I swear I'll arrest you myself!
nervously biting her lip "I... I understand, officer. I'll... I'll drive more carefully from now on. Please don't arrest me... I promise."