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[onteamdyson]

L.A. is not what Kenzi expected. It's just a brighter, slightly smoggier version of Toronto and she was kicking herself for agreeing to this. The bars were just as seedy and the streets were just as dangerous, but Pavel said the job he was running was solid and she should come down for a while. Spend time with him. Make some extra cash while

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[takethegamble]

Oh.

Oh, that girl is a target. She's like a walking, talking Kewpie doll in the middle of pack of rottweilers-- it's just so fucking cute it hurts. Brian leans back against the far wall, away from the idiots in the corner talking shop like no one can see them through the haze of smoke and bad lighting from over the pool tables, and crosses his arms over his chest. Hey, now. It's a good show. Kewpie just schooled those boys and don't they look happy about it?

God, he fucking loves getting to play Prince Charming.

He doesn't wait too long. Just long enough for Bozo Number One to get mouthy and indignant about having to fork over cash to a pool shark in eyeliner and Bozo Number Two to look like he's thinking about a new and great place to stick his pool cue. Brian levers off the wall and puts a hand on Bozo Number One's shoulder.

"Kids got a problem over here?" He smiles. This is great.

[onteamdyson]

Damn. This is not the light-hearted atmosphere she was expecting in this friendly and happy den of thugs. Should have worn the blonde wig. Ain't it always the way? They're so much more okay with getting their asses kicked when she's a blonde.

Time to turn on the sweet smiles and play dumb-- Wait. The hell is-- great. Macho guy with a piercing fetish wants to try to be a hero. Just what she needs. Freakin' wonderful.

"Problem? Nope. I don't see any problem, do you, guys?" Her smile falters when her former competition don't seem to share her view of a problem-free environment. New guy gets a glare and an, "I can handle myself, thanks." Through clenched teeth.

Kenzi pockets most of the cash and holds up a few bills, "How about a round of drinks to take your mind off things? Punchy things, specifically. Punchy... stabby things. Hey, come on, we're all friends here, right?"

Not looking too friendly. Her eyes widen ever so slightly. Oh crap.

[takethegamble]

Brian snorts and raises both his hands in the gesture of an innocent man both for the big guy's face at having his shoulder impinged upon and Little Miss Firecracker. "Right. No problem." But he glances at the second beefcake-- the one to her other side-- who doesn't seem like he wants a drink.

God, she's got a helluva mouth on her. "Sweetheart, I think I'd--"

Oh, there's the punch. Well, it would have been a punch if the guy hadn't dropped under the sharp crack of the cue that Brian swiped off the wall and brought down over his meaty head. Had that sound been the wood or his skull? Eh. Probably not a huge loss either way.

He grins at her. "As I was saying. I'd like a--"

Punch in the kidneys. Awesome. Brian drops to a knee with a swear that doesn't even make it past the way the pain is constricting his throat. Fuck; he may throw up.

[onteamdyson]

Fuck. FUCK. They were going to fuck the entire job up for Pavel and he was going to skin her alive if he didn't get offed first for wasting the big shot's time. All because she had to show off and this guy had to go and pull an even stupider move. Awesome move, but still stupid.

Fuck. Stupid is the theme of the freakin' night.

"Okay, OKAY! Woah, hang on. " She puts herself between Kidney McPunch and the wannabe hero, holding one hand out, palm up, and reaching very slowly into her pocket with the other. "Ha, wow, that was fun, right? Played a little pool, punched my friend over here in the gut. What a great night. I know I had fun, so here. How about you take your money back, we call it even, and we split. Cool with you