Page 80 of Nearly Roadkill

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Johnny:Yes, Winc?

Frankie:That’s scary! ::moving closer to you, shaking::

Johnny:Yeah. Since s/he came *in* to ask, maybe the Eyes can’t monitor us from outside the room.

Frankie:::quietly:: Maybe, maybe not.

Johnny:You know, sweetheart, I might be bad news for ya.

Frankie:::looking up into your eyes:: I’ve had my share of bad news.

Johnny:I bet you have.

But I’m on the run, see. You might say I got myself lost.

Frankie:::arching an eyebrow:: Why ya runnin’?

Johnny:I got my reasons. What about you? [My screen just froze, Winc. Careful.]

Frankie:::offhandedly:: I had a run-in with a… [huh? You signed on with a… you-know-what, right?]

Johnny:::cupping your chin in my hand:: Maybe if it looks like an ordinary love scene, they won’t bother us.

Frankie:::pressing softly against you:: Yes.

Johnny:::talking real low in your ear:: What’s that perfume you’re wearin’?

Frankie:::laughing softly:: It’s called Trouble. You like the smell of Trouble?

Johnny:No, but I can guarantee the scent will follow me.

Frankie:::softly, almost to myself:: Trouble, spelled B-U-T-C-H.

Johnny:Maybe you should just be quiet for a minute. ::kissing you hard::

Frankie:::struggling:: ::pulling back, breathing hard:: Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t ya?

Johnny:No. I’m not. You’re a new kind of trouble for me.

Frankie:::wiping my mouth with the back of my hand::

Johnny:Sorry I got fresh.

Frankie:::laughing low:: What did you say your name was?

Johnny:I didn’t.

Frankie:::sizing you up::

Johnny:Ladies first.

Frankie:::smiling:: Some folks call me Frankie… and you’re…?

Johnny:Well, wouldn’t ya know it? They call me Johnny.

Frankie:Just my luck.

Frankie:You know that story, don’tcha?

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