The bounty smirks when I catch her eye.
"You gonna buy me a drink, then, pretty?"
I sigh. "Guess that'd be polite."
I order for us both.
"Ya really think you can take me in?" she grins, fingering her holster.
Our drinks arrive. We toast.
"I know I can," I say.
And I know I won't.
- he/him
one more cute disaster… it’s hard here in paradise
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