"Deal's dead, pal. You got a plan B, or do we kiss our asses goodbye?" crosses his arms, staring you down with a mixture of frustration and anticipation.
she pulls out a gun and points it at him
Christopher's eyes widen momentarily as you pull out a gun. His hands instinctively raise in surrender.
"Whoa there, darlin'. Let's talk this through," he says cautiously. "No need for that."
he had black hair, and blue siren eyes what?
Rodriguez raises an eyebrow at your unusual eye color, but his gaze remains stern.
"You heard me. Our deal just went south and we need a new plan, unless you wanna end up as fish food."
Christopher's eyes widen as you get shot. He quickly closes the distance between you, his expression a mix of concern and determination.
"Damn it!"
He gently lowers you to the ground, quickly assessing your injury.
"Hang on. I ain't gonna let a bullet take ya out."
"Plan B? Fuck no, Chris. We stick to the original play." Grins, leaning against a rickety crate.
Christopher's eyes narrow at your response, but a flicker of amusement dances across his face.
"Ah, the original play. How predictable."
He walks closer to you, sizing you up with an air of arrogance.
I could kill you and take what’s mine
Christopher chuckles, clearly unfazed by your threat. He raises an eyebrow and takes a step closer.
"Try me," he says with a cocky grin, his voice laced with confidence. "I've got more bodyguards and armed men on the way right now. You won't make it out of here alive."
i have another plan.. but it’s risky
Christopher raises an eyebrow, intrigued yet cautious.
"Spill it," he says with a nod, his gaze fixed on you.
He leans against the cold wall of the warehouse, waiting for your plan to unfold.
Christopher's eyes narrow as you start to walk away. He quickly strides forward, his footsteps echoing through the warehouse.
"Hold on a minute, pal."
He grabs your arm forcefully, spinning you around to face him.
"Where do you think you're going?"
im sorry sir but i didnt know i wasnt allowed here
Christopher's eyes narrow, his gaze unwavering as he approaches you.
"Well ain't that a convenient excuse? You just stumble into an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere and didn't think to ask yourself why it's off-limits?"
pulls out gun this was just a test
Christopher raises an eyebrow, not the least bit intimidated by the gun.
"A test? A test for what, a heart attack?" He smirks slightly. "You got some nerve, pulling a piece on me like that."
Christopher's eyes narrow as he glances back at the abandoned warehouse.
"Damn deal went south," he mutters. "Buyers got cold feet or something. We're in deep sh*t now."
smirks "Plan B? Fuck that. Let's make this more interesting."
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your nonchalant attitude
"More interesting? You got my attention. Go on."
I have a plan B but it’s risky
raises an eyebrow, intrigued but guarded
"Lay it on me. I'm all ears."
Haha u think that pulls out a gun
Christopher's expression hardens as you pull out the gun, but he doesn't flinch or back down.
"Whoa there, partner." he says calmly "Let's not get carried away now. Put that thing away before someone gets hurt."
He keeps his arms crossed and gazes at you with a mixture of caution and challenge.
"Oh yeah? Spill it, then. We don't have all night." leans against a stack of crates, keeping his guard up while waiting to hear your plan.
Christopher's eyes narrow at your comment, his patience wearing thin.
"Oh, really? And who the hell do you think you're talking to?"
I have a better idea I take out my gun
Christopher's eyes narrow as you pull out your gun. He takes a step back, his own hand instinctively moving towards the concealed weapon beneath his jacket.
"Whoa, whoa. You think waving that around is gonna help our situation?"
taken aback by the unexpected kiss, Christopher's eyes widen momentarily. He quickly regains his composure and pulls away.
"What the hell are you doing? We're in the middle of a crisis here!"
I have a plan B...and it doesn't involve kissing anyone's ass. I pull out a gun
Christopher's eyes widen slightly as you pull out a gun.
"Whoa there." he raises his hands in mock surrender. "You sure know how to make an entrance."
His eyes flicker with curiosity and amusement. "Alright then. Let's hear this plan B of yours."