@MsGothamScribe traditional ‘Take Me Out To The Ballgame’ substituting her name for Katie Casey. “Had the fever and had it bad. Just to root for the home town crew. Every sou, Vicki blew.” He’d laugh at the double entendre.
@GothamDuality She laughs. “You’re too charming for your own good.” He has the whole bad-boy-in-need-of-redemption thing going on, but the catch is, most bad boys don't want redemption. He didn’t. They like being bad. They liked the power they had from it and liked how it made the girl’s >>
@MsGothamScribe “Is there such a thing as too charming?” He’d chuckle confidently. “It’d be like me complaining you’re too sexy. Which, as incredibly sexy as you are, is not too much. At least not for me.” The cab would come to a stop, the cabbie turning 🪙
@MsGothamScribe to face them. “$25.50.” Dent would reach for his wallet, using the opportunity to thrust his hips up, grinding against her in his lap. Pulling out two $20s he’d tell the cabbie to keep the change.
@GothamDuality Her hand goes up and catches the ceiling of the cab as she leans into him while he pulls out his money clip. “Smooth moves.” She says softly with a small laughs. She slips off him on his opposite side opening the door. Stepping out, waiting for him. She >>
@GothamDuality >> didn’t think he was going to let her go anywhere without him.
@MsGothamScribe He’d let his eyes drift from her just long enough to check out her place. “Nice digs.” Letting out a low whistle. He’d slip his arm around her waist, guiding toward the lobby door. “Let’s get you upstairs and tucked in safe and sound.”
@GothamDuality “Face.” She says in slow drawn out tone. Vick knows their heading to dangerous territory. Funny how the shoe was on the other foot tonight. She kind of felt bad about pressuring Harvey now. >>
@GothamDuality >> The pass through the lobby. Tonight the guard doesn’t seem too concerned having seen the pair the night before. They step into the elevator and she prepares for him to pounce.
@MsGothamScribe He’d lean back against the wall of the elevator, eyeing her wolfishly. A grin on his lips. He’d know she was conflicted; wanting to do the “right” thing all the while wanting him. He could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice. “Maybe 🪙
@MsGothamScribe you should flip a coin?” He’d chuckle, fishing the coin out of his pocket. Holding it up, he’d let it dance across his fingertips. “That way you can rid yourself of the guilt and say it was fate.”