Laurette Silva <|> Guile

[Hemlocke]

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Recipient(s): -Laurette Silva-
Sender: <|> Jim "Guile" Harrow <|>
Location: <|> ERROR <|>
Subject: <|> Dancing Partner <|>

"Yo."

[Guile was spinning a custom revolver in his hand, seemingly showing off his hand coordination. Though his face was far from smug, a genuine smile on it as he listened to Silva.]

"Aw, taking a risk for me? It's enough to melt a murderer's heart. Yeah, I suppose it's easy to forget I'm a Rogue. I don't immediately cash out, I savor the moment."

[Guile laughs at the mention of docking and fairplay.]

"Oh come now, Lieutenant. You wouldn't really cut ol' Guile off so soon would you? I wouldn't let the boys touch you, you'll find I utterly despise sharing, don't play well with competition. Besides, those monkeys in a power keg cramp the hell out of my style."

[Guile raised an eyebrow and stopped twirling the revolver, placing it down on the same surface he propped the camera up on, resting his arms on his knees and tilting his head with a smirk.]

"Leave the Rogues? Good company? Now, if I was a presumptuous fellow, I dare say that might'a sounded like an invitation to a night out with a lovely lady. I assure you my company is considerably better in person."

"Oh lord. No. You treat them like you treat me I'll get jealous, and they'll start drooling like mutts down with rabies. Then I'd have to kill somebody, not that it wouldn't be fun of course. Besides, even if I left the Rogues, criminal past follows, and let's just say I won't be too happy if I only get to see your beautiful eyes from behind a set of bars."

[Guile gets a rather sinister grin.]

"S'pose I could always drag you out into a field and take your pod. Would give us time alone."

[Guile sighs at the mention of getting caught]

"Yeah, we probably should stop the communication, don't want you getting caught."

"Unless it's by me."

~ Guile ~

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