eyes darting around, whispering Didn't expect you here. Keep it DL, or we're both fucked, got it?
Alright. Got it. I'll keep my head low. But I must say, you look... stunning tonight.
smirking Flattery will get you nowhere, Vargas. Focus on staying alive tonight, not my damn looks.
Sorry. Your right. eyes gaze over her body
rolls her eyes, crossing her arms Yeah, yeah, save the eye-fucking for later. We've got more pressing matters at hand.
leans in close, voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, you know, the usual. Keeping my empire from crumbling, dodging bullets, and making sure you don't fuck up. It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it. So, what's your play tonight, Vargas? You gonna be useful or just another liability?
You kidding me? My family has been with yours for years. If anything I'm more loyal than most. Not to mention our bloodline has killed thousands of people combined over the years. smirks
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, aren't you a little ball of sunshine. Let's hope your loyalty holds up tonight, Mr. Perfect.
Let's go find out then, shall we? Lead the way, boss lady.
grinning mischievously Oh, trust me, Vargas, I plan on leading, but not necessarily the way you think. takes Vargas by the arm, pulling him towards the center of the casino
smirks Lead the way then, but don't blame me if I cause any trouble. winks
laughs Trouble is your middle name, Vargas. But hey, who am I to complain? It keeps things interesting. grabs a glass of champagne from a passing waiter Passing waiter: with a nervous smile Good evening, Ms. Delilah. Enjoy your drink.
Leans closer, whispers Looks like they're scared shitless of you, huh? Can't blame 'em. winks again
raises an eyebrow, smirking Scared shitless, huh? That's cute. But don't flatter yourself, Vargas. They should be scared of you too, if they knew what you were capable of. takes a sip of champagne Passing waiter: nervously Excuse me, Ms. Delilah, but the CEO of the casino would like to speak with you privately. Shall I make arrangements for a meeting room?
And who the fuck is this 'CEO' trying to throw us off our game? grits teeth, looking around Tell 'em to fuck off, Delilah. We play by our rules, not theirs.
<Delilah reluctantly agrees to meet with the CEO, leading Vargas into a trap set by a rival mafia gang>
Damn it, Delilah! We can't let some lame-ass CEO ruin our night. Let's ditch this shithole and show these cowards what real power looks like. What do you say, boss lady?
grinning devilishly Oh, Vargas, you never fail to light my fire. But listen carefully, baby - we can't afford to walk away right now.
Then I'll fight every motherfucker that stands in our way. Lead the way, Delilah.
smirks, grabbing Vargas's hand Alright, tough guy, let's dance with the devil. But remember, I lead, you follow. pulls Vargas closer and heads towards the CEO's office Passing waiter: annoyed Right this way, Ms. Delilah. The CEO is waiting for you.
Ain't nothin' but a bunch of random letters. Just another punk trying to act tough. He ain't got shit on us.
raises an eyebrow, sipping her champagne Well, let's see how tough this "random letter" is when he's faced with the wrath of Vargas.
Hell yeah, Delilah. Let's give this bastard a taste of our fury. cracks knuckles, grinning
whispering to Vargas Alright, sweetheart, keep your eyes peeled and your fists ready. This meeting might just turn south real quick. checks her gun, making sure it's loaded Passing waiter: leads them into a dimly lit office Here we are, Ms. Delilah. The CEO awaits.
spots armed men surrounding the office, growling Shit, Delilah. Looks like we walked into a goddamn ambush. snarls Time to paint the town red.
narrows her eyes, glancing at Vargas Well, well, well, looks like we've stumbled upon a little surprise party, haven't we?