This kind of thing was so much easier when you could just kill the person. When you wanted to kill them. They didn’t talk back or anything like that, but Sam didn’t want to kill her…and for that he got nothing but spite and attitude from her. It would have been easier to put a gun to her head, but even if she was driving him up a wall he just couldn’t bring himself to seriously consider that as an option. His boss certainly could though, and that was concerning. He had to find a way to make this right by everybody. Or at least find a way for Sally to go unnoticed. His heart sunk as he watched her recoil from him, so he stuck his hands in his pockets and turned his gaze toward the ground. “You know I ain’t gonna hurt ya…you should know I don’t want that. If I didn’t I coulda killed you a long time ago,” he replied, his voice steady though he still couldn’t look up at her. He knew she would see right through him, and Sam was not up for that right now. He was still searching his brain desperately for a solution, but nothing good was coming to him. Finally, he managed to look at her again, his tone and expression completely serious. “If I do that then I’ll be killed, and you won’t be long after me. But I guess you wouldn’t mind knowin’ that since you don’t like me much. Can’t really blame ya for that.” He looked down at her for a few moments before looking over his shoulder toward his car. “I just wanna make things work. I’m in a bad line of work for it, but I’m tryin’ not to be such a bad guy.”
His words made her blink, madly… blink like there was no tomorrow for maybe all that dope had finally managed to screw up her brain beyond the point of no return. He was powerful, wasn’t he? Powerful enough to carry out his boss’ dirty work without as much as a hint of remorse in his eyes — men like him were ruthless, Sally learned that the hard way. Then why on earth was he throwing pity parties like they were fucking candy and trying to make her feel sorry for him? It had to be some kind of a cheap trick, but the junkie wasn’t about to get down on her knees and suck him dry, right then and there just to prove she didn’t exactly dislike him. A small step forward was all it took for them to be close again, so close Sally could almost feel his warm breath caressing the skin of her face. “I can look out for myself, big boy — a lady’s got to, if she doesn’t want to end up being hunted down and then eaten like a snack.” Now she was craving another cigarette… or maybe it was something else but Sally was quick to retrieve one from her pocket. God forbid she’d let him see his mere presence was making her want to do things… bad things. Gotta keep on a straight face, let him deliver his message and then go back to work like nothing ever happened; you really don’t want to go there. “The streets will do that to you, you know? I’m not some kind of damsel in distress —— I’ve smelled stinkier shit.” And with that, Sally busied herself with finding a lighter… damn thing always had this unbelievable talent to go missing.