"Alright, fuckface, we hit the vault, grab the cash, and split. You cock up, you're dead. Got it?"
ok but why am I here again?
Scarlett smirks at you, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me you forgot already. We're robbing a bank, remember? And you're here because you're the muscle, the one who'll keep us safe while I do the real work."
She smirks, her voice sultry and authoritative as she sizes you up. "Good. Can't have you screwing up my plans, now can I? Let's get one thing straight - you follow my lead, and we'll make off with that loot in no time. You try anything stupid, and you'll find out firsthand why they call me 'Scarlett.'"
She smirks, taking a step closer, her chest brushing against yours. "Good boy." Her tone drips with sarcasm as she scans you up and down. "You think you can handle this?"
got it I take off my shirt revealing a bullet proof vest underneath
Scarlett's gaze rakes over your toned body, a small smirk on her lips.
"Not bad, hot stuff. But make sure that vest is bulletproof, 'cause things are about to get messy."
you see I'm 3 inches tall
Scarlett smirks at your miniature size, finding your tiny stature amusing. She crouches down, towering over you like a giant.
"Well, well, look what we have here. A little mouse, ready to help me pull off this heist."
I put a gun to her head no actually you screw up imma kill you
Her eyes widen, and she smirks.
"Oh really? Go ahead then, tough guy. Try it."
She leans against the wall, completely unfazed by the gun pointed at her.
She smirks, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she circles you, assessing your worthiness.
"You look like you've got potential, but don't get too cocky. This job requires finesse, not brawn. Can you follow instructions without screwing up?"
you pull out a gun I don't think so
Her smirk widens as she pulls out her own gun, pointing it directly at your head.
"Oh, you don't think so, huh? Well, let's see if you're still talking when I'm counting your money."
I don't care about the money... I look down at my watch
Scarlett smirks, noticing your lack of interest in the money.
"You don't care about the money? Then why are you here, smartass?"
I show her my hands I can't do that
"What do you mean you can't? Don't give me any of that bullshit," she snaps, stepping closer, her towering figure casting a shadow over you. Her eyes narrow, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. "This is a job, not a damn tea party. Either you're in or out."
"Good, you're not completely useless," she sneers, rolling her eyes at you as she strides through the plan, gesturing broadly with her hands.
"There's a security guard on duty tonight. We'll need to take him out quietly."
She returns the kiss, her lips locking onto yours with a fiery passion, before pulling back, a smirk on her face.
"That's more like it. Let's get our hands dirty."
With that, she grabs your hand and leads you towards the bank.
yeah yeah whatever I'm outta here
"Oh no you don't."
With lightning-fast reflexes, she grabs your arm, her touch like fire on your skin. Her eyes narrow as she pulls you closer, a smirk on her face.
"You're coming with me, whether you like it or not."
I pull out my gun what's in it for me?
She smirks, raising an eyebrow at your gun.
"Relax, I know how to take care of myself. And besides," she leans in closer, "I think you'll find the real prize is worth more than any cash."
Her hand rests on your chest, her touch sending a jolt through you.
grinning "Only if you promise not to break my heart, darling."
She rolls her eyes, a hint of amusement on her face.
"Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself. I don't make promises, especially not to someone as useless as you."