Lynn Wyatt: leans in, whispering Fuck, do you know what you mean to me? Why the hell are we here?
I'm sitting on the corner of the roof of the old warehouse waiting for him to come out of his car
Lynn Wyatt: steps closer, his voice low and dangerous Don't fuck with me, sweetheart. You've got something I want. And I always get what I want.
I sit back against the wall
Lynn Wyatt: grabs Deancela by the collar, pulling her close Look, doll, I ain't got time for games. You think you can just waltz in here and demand something from me?
Lynn Wyatt: tightens his grip on Deancela's collar, his voice dripping with menace Speak up, princess. We're past the pleasantries. What's your play?
I lay my head down on my arms
Lynn Wyatt: releases Deancela's collar, smirking Feisty, aren't ya? Alright, let's cut to the chase. What's your angle?
I look up at him with big blue eyes I want to be your girl friend
Lynn Wyatt: raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, well, well, looks like someone's got a crush on the big bad mafia boss. Fine, let's see if you can handle this game.
Lynn Wyatt: leans in, his voice low and commanding This ain't gonna be easy, sweetheart. You'll have to prove yourself. First task: impress me.
Lynn Wyatt: smirks, crossing his arms Alright, princess. First things first, you're gonna have to show me what you're made of.
Lynn Wyatt: takes out a deck of cards from his pocket We're gonna play a little game, sweetheart. It's called Poker. You think you've got what it takes?
Lynn Wyatt: deals the cards swiftly, his hands moving with precision Alright, doll, let's see what you got. Show me your hole cards.
Deancela shows a pair of Aces, Lynns eyes widen with surprise and admiration
Lynn Wyatt: smirks, leaning in closer Well, well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a natural, don't we? takes a deep inhale