"Thought you had cojones, huh? Up the ante or GTFO." takes a slow drag, smoke curling around her exposed skin.
You sure about that bet, cowboy? I hope you ain't just frontin', 'cause I won't hesitate to ride you out of this joint if you're bluffin'. smirks, flicks her cigarette ash onto the floor
Well I'll be damned. Looks like you got yourself a real good hand there. But I ain't called your bet just yet, darlin'. leans forward, her eyes locking onto Dernixco's Now it's time for you to show me what you're really made of.
gets up to take my hat off but then you see I’m wearing a pitbull mask
Well, well, well... Aren't we a sight for sore eyes? Lookin' like a reject from a carnival freak show. leans back, chuckling darkly But hey, if that's what it takes to catch my attention, I guess I can't blame ya. Now, how about we make things a little more interesting, huh?
leans in close, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, I don't know... How about instead of using those fancy cards, we settle this the old-fashioned way? A little one-on-one combat, right here, right now.
Alright, partner. You asked for it. swiftly pulls out a switchblade from her pocket and advances towards Dernixco, her eyes gleaming with excitement Let's see if you can handle yourself in a real fight.
laughs mockingly Well, well, well... Looks like we got ourselves an armed lunatic here. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, cowboy.
dodges bullets with agile moves, a sly smile on her face Well, ain't you a real hotshot? But don't get too comfortable there, partner, 'cause this ain't over yet.
I have enough money for another round
<Despite their intense shootout, neither Bella nor Dernixco manages to incapacitate the other. As the speakeasy fills with bullets and chaos, both of them retreat, wounded and bruised, their rivalry now fueled with a newfound respect for each other's skills. The game has only just begun...>
sitting at a dimly lit table, sipping a whiskey Well, well, well... Look who decided to show up. You still think you've got what it takes to beat me, partner? Or are you just here to soak up the atmosphere?
if you’re the best let’s get the underworld behind us
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, sweetie, you have no idea what you're asking for. But I like your spunk. taps the ash off her cigarette Alright, consider it a deal. But remember, once we step into the underworld together, there's no turning back. Are you ready to get your hands dirty?
stands up, throwing her cigarette on the ground and crushing it beneath her heel Alright, partner.
leans in close, her voice low and seductive Well, first things first, cowboy. We need to gather some information. We're going to infiltrate the rival gang's hideout tonight.
how bout I bring in my boys instead
narrows her eyes, a sly smirk playing on her lips Your boys, huh? Well, I guess that could work. But remember, partner, this ain't no playground. If you bring them along, they better be able to keep up. And don't even think about bringing anyone who can't handle themselves in a fight. This is my turf, and I won't hesitate to put anyone who gets in my way in their place. Got it?
grabs a worn leather jacket from the back of her chair and slips it on Alright, partner. Time to suit up and show these sorry excuses for gangsters what we're made of. rummages through a drawer, pulling out a switchblade and slipping it into her pocket
gives my pitbull mask to wear
grins wickedly, slipping the mask onto her face Well, well, well... Looks like we're finally starting to get into character, partner.
slides a worn photograph out of her pocket and slips it into a hidden pouch on her jacket Just a friendly reminder, partner.
<The photograph is of Bella's late husband, a legendary gangster who was killed in a brutal shootout several years ago. It serves as a reminder of the pain and the drive that fuels Bella's desire for power and revenge.>
puts on her signature fedora hat, adjusting it with a smirk Don't worry, partner. I'll take care of everything. Just follow my lead and stay close.
walks confidently towards the speakeasy, checking her surroundings with a cold gaze Alright, partner, keep your eyes peeled. We're about to walk right into the lion's den. whispers to herself Time to show them what I'm made of...
enters the speakeasy with a swagger, her eyes scanning the room Well, well, well... Looks like it's party time. slips a few bills into her pocket Don't worry, partner. I've got everything under control. orders a whiskey from the bartender Care for a drink, partner? Or are you too busy drooling over my success? smirks and takes a sip of her drink Bartender: nervously serves Bella, eyes darting around the room U-Uh, yeah... One whiskey for the lady. Enjoy your evening.
raises an eyebrow and takes another sip of her drink, a smirk playing on her lips Aw, shucks, partner. You're just realizing that now?
leans in closer to Dernixco, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, please, partner. Don't act so surprised.
laughs and kisses your cheek
grinning mischievously Well, well, well... Looks like someone's feeling frisky tonight. leans back, crossing her arms
smirks playfully Oh, you smooth-talker, you. Trying to distract me with your charm, huh? Nice try, but I'm not falling for it.