[He clapped his hands together, shimmying with glee.]
[Slapping his hands down on his knees, he leaned down a little more to her height, getting down to business. Bets were serious shit.]
Okay, so the goal a’ this is for me to stand still, yeah? Perfectly, I reckon, ‘cuz I can stand around doing fuck all all day, but not movin’ a muscle is an actual challenge. Now what I gotta know is: how long? And what’s the terms?
…Also, you gotta let me blink, ‘cuz I don’t wanna lose my eyeballs. I ain’t that hardcore.
You got it! [The Fiend only dragged Jack down further once given the leverage.
She stared right into his big, blue eyes; her own brimming with eager excitement. Just the thought of beating a lanky, sorry excuse of a Casanova out of some caps was enough to get her ready to go.]
Blinkin’s fiiine. Just no real blatant movements, or you’re fucked! I think… I think twenty minutes’ll do the trick, and as for terms- [She paused, thought, and then raised her free hand to pat Jack’s cheek with a gloved palm; expression smug and teasing.] I don’t got any.
… Except, I want you standing up on a rock while we do this. That way, folks’ll know you’re puttin’ on a show for me if they walk by.