“For fuck’s sake, Sally…just remind me anytime y’see me never to try and be nice to ya,” Sam frowned, quickly pulling his lighter away once it had done it’s job and safely stowing it back in his pocket in one fluid motion. His heart had really started to pound now, a mix of frustration and nerves that wouldn’t allow him to move and which wasn’t at all helping him with his downstairs situation. God, he wanted to shake some sense into her…maybe fuck some sense into her. Because clearly talking sense wasn’t getting through to her, and maybe it never would, and this was all making him feel about a million different feelings all at once. “I’m not goin’ anywhere until you at least try to be fuckin’ reasonable. Give some sense that you’ll at least think about my offer. An’ I mean, really think. Not two seconds or even a minute. Sleep on it, give it a day…please…” Sam sighed, shaking his head, his heart still pounding, the throbbing becoming more pronounced. Fuck, this was not good, but he couldn’t convince himself to turn tail and give up just yet. He’d tried to be civil and keep his cool before, but he was angry now, flustered and frustrated and of course turned on on top of all of it. Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to focus on literally anything else with no success. He glanced down an realized that what had only been mere curiosity was creating a most unfortunately obvious bulge in his pants. Looking back up at Sally, he shook his head before meeting her gaze steadily with his own despite how distracted he felt. “At least, lie to me, Sally. Don’t you know how to lie?”
Seeing him like this, angry and ready to punch a wall, was almost as entertaining as a day at the movies and Sally let herself rest against the wall to enjoy the little show. “Now that’s one fucktard question.” Her voice, raspy after downing an impressive ( and quite unhealthy ) amount of cigarettes, carried a hint of amusement with it. “Do you really think I’d be here, bugging the shit out of you if I didn’t know how to lie my way into people’s good graces? No sir, I’d be long dead —— that’s exactly where I’d be and the world wouldn’t even remember I used to exist.” But why were his cheeks so impossibly red? Sam’s flustered state was a mystery that wouldn’t remain unsolved, for as soon as her gaze teared away from his eyes and she focused enough to be able to notice, the man’s growing boner diverted Sally’s attention completely from their little quarrel. So this was all a game, huh? Pretending to hate her goddamn guts as a childish mean to walk away with his dignity unharmed… yet the joke was on him — like he didn’t know the blonde well enough to figure out there was no hiding anything from her prying eyes.
Sally’s pair of lips, red and dangerous, twisted into an understanding grin as she flicked her fingers to get rid of the long line of ashes hanging from the end of her cigarette. “If lies are what you’re looking for… lies are exactly what you’re gonna get.” Curious as to what his reaction would be, the junkie moved her hand to touch Sam’s dressed chest, where her fingertips lingered and stroked in a subtle way that was very unlike her.