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Jack had already ordered a bottle of red wine, though his ability to wait patiently was beginning to fail him. He'd arranged a far too expensive dinner with the Lawbringer in his favorite restaurant, but still half expected her to walk through the door covered in bandit blood and grit. Some things just never change, and though the thought was considerably pleasing in a normal setting, he was actually looking forward to a quiet (somewhat romantic if he did say so himself) evening with the woman who'd sniped his heart in their adventures back on Elpis. Even as excited as he had been for the evening, it still took him off guard when he caught sight of her, strolling in his direction with all the confidence befitting the gorgeous lover of Hyperion’s CEO.
Nisha cleaned up nicely for someone who often wrinkled her nose at the prim and tidy. It was almost startling to see her without the iconic cowgirl hat and boots, but the dress she wore did wonders for her figure, it’s rich black color making the blood red jewels at her throat almost distractingly eye-catching, second only to the peek of thigh the slit up the side gave as she moved. Jack was suddenly quite proud of himself for clearing the place for their evening; he didn’t know if he could resist killing anyone who happened to stare just a little too long at his girlfriend tonight.
The CEO played his part as a gentleman, keeping his smirk at bay as he stood and pulled her chair for her. "'Bout fuckin time, gorgeous. Was beginning to think you might just be too cool for ol Handsome Jack's suave seduction plans." He chuckled teasingly as he took a brief moment to admire her a bit closer, trying not to let his eyes catch on the swell of her breasts and failing miserably.
Nisha didn’t seem to mind though, amused to no end as he did his best not to drool on himself like an idiot. She already had him wrapped around her finger, and it didn’t escape his attention that she had actually agreed to “doll-up” just for him, even if she did kick off her heels the moment she was comfortably settled in her chair. It was the thought that counts, and boy did Jack have a million of them, mostly concerning her stocking-clad legs...
"Something told me I'd regret missing out... on this delicious looking dusty bottle of red piss. What is it?" Nisha asked, investigating the bottle of red wine sitting before her. Jack couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
“It’s not bad, more like grape juice and blood if you ask me.” He replied, lifting his glass of the rich liquid. “Hope you’re hungry babe, this is one of the few places on par with my own cooking. The steaks are amazing.”
"Hot." Came the simple reply as Nisha took up the bottle, sniffling lightly at the lip, and while it didn't smell half bad, even Jack knew she much preferred something that burned on the way down. Didn’t stop her from taking an experimental taste, however. Straight from the bottle like a damned lady . Jack’s smirk was growing far too quickly.
Only a moment later a waiter appeared to take their orders, polite and well postured but lacking the uppity attitude of someone his stature, thankfully. They had learned pretty quickly Jack had no tolerance for that shit. Polite, yes, but nobody was better than the CEO. Except maybe the goddess sitting across from him right now. He knew better than to order for her, but made a few simple suggestions before putting in the order for his usual steak and vegetables combo.
Nisha seemed almost disappointed that the young man hadn’t remarked on her drinking from the wine bottle. She had that look again, almost daring the waiter to get stupid, and Jack knew she’d be more than happy to have a reason to shed some blood. But the kid was clearly aware of who he was dealing with when he turned to the Lawbringer, all smiles and sweetness. She peeled her lips from the bottle, leaving twin smears of plum, and making sure to lick away every last lingering taste of the wine before answering.
"I'll have the same thing. Blue-rare."
The waiter seemed to find her actions funny but only nodded politely and excused himself with an amused smile. Jack's expression wasn't much different when Nisha turned her attention back on him.
"God damn, you're beautiful." He sighed with a soft laugh. "Why did I think this was a good idea? I'm already looking forward to getting you back home with me and we haven't even gotten our food yet."
One brow arches higher than the other, and she leaned forward onto her elbows, chin supported on the back of one hand while the other played with the neck of the bottle. The sound of her nails clicking against glass was almost like a taunt in the silent restaurant.
"At least you're buying me dinner first."
Nisha was already scoping the place like waiting till they’re home might be a bit boring for her tastes, but Jack was oblivious, happy to start a conversation about her recent ventures in Lynchwood as the toe of his meticulously polished shoe ghosted against her ankle. He spared a glance behind her, catching sight of one of the waiters peering at them curiously in passing.
Apparently Nisha's arrival had sparked interest. Not that he could blame them, the last person that had dinner with him here had found themselves with a bullet hole in their chest half way through the desert course. He'd politely paid for the food and the extra work it took to remove the corpse, but it had startled the wait staff into a silent respect. Except this twerp he was currently staring down, apparently, who had the audacity to roll his eyes as Nisha took a drink straight from the wine bottle.
Jack continued as if nothing had happened, already planning for a bit of entertainment for his girlfriend.
"I don't imagine the beautiful Sheriff has much of an opportunity to relax, let alone doll up like this, am I right? You're doing me a real honor, babe, I mean it. You look great. Miss your hat though, that cowgirl look is hot." He said with a playful wink.
It's not everyday that the mysterious girlfriend of their megalomaniac CEO graced them with her presence on Helios. Hell, she'd nearly canceled when she found out just where the restaurant was located. She figured she would humor him for just one night, though he will be repaying her in blood. With interest.
"Who says I didn't bring it with me?"
Oh, that smile promised so many naughty things, as did the way she removed her ankle from Jack's reach, extending the other leg until stocking clad toes touched a knee.... inner thigh before planting firmly on the chair between his spread legs. "Left my bags with the talking toaster. Said he'd have them taken to your quarters."
Jack's smirk widened considerably, excited by the idea of keeping her for a few nights instead of their usual short rendezvous. "Excellent, if it manages to set your things on fire we can set it on fire and go out on a shopping spree." He laughed as a hand ventured under the table to rub gently at her ankle, appreciating how incredibly soft her stockings felt under his fingertips. God he was going to have fun ripping them off of her later...
"You'd better pray for your wallet that it doesn't misplace a single panty, pretty boy."
Toe wiggle, nudge the inseam of his pants. At this rate they may have to leave before the food gets to the table.
Jack grunts softly, trying to turn it into a cough as he straightens a little more in chair. He'd never consider himself one of those people with a foot fetish but she was by no means turning him off at the moment.
"Are we looking for an excuse to go shopping now? I mean we could just... ya know. Do that sometime." He snickered, thinking specifically of how entertaining it would be to get her into a lingerie store. His thoughts were cut short by their waiter returning, cheery as ever as he brought them their food and disappeared as quickly as he had come, just the way he knew Jack preferred. The CEO was rather pleased with their work, as well. Everything done just as they asked.
"Heh, I love how great this place has gotten since I had to fire that Mabrey prick old fashion style over the cheesecake that night." he chuckled, biting into a perfectly cooked piece of potato. "Actually feel kinda bad about it now, but they cleaned the place up pretty nice after that.”
"I didn't think you had such a sweet tooth. How'd you do it? Combustion? Did you throw him in the incinerator?" Giggling, she promptly abandons Jack's meat for the one on her plate, even going as far as to sit up and cross her ankles like lady. The steak almost seemed to be oozing blood when she cuts into it. Nice.
"That old Jakobs you gave me, the pistol? Left a nice hole right through him from this range, coulda bounced a masher marble right through it if he wasn't bleeding out like a freaking fountain! And that one waiter panicked, straight up fainted like a little bitch." Jack chuckled in reply between bites of steak. "Wish you could have been here babe, it was a riot."
"Oh, God Jackie..." She was practically purring. Nisha's all eyes for her boyfriend right now, the bite of steak poised on the fork in her hand all but forgotten. "You had fun without me? I'll have to spank you for that."
Jack smirked as he popped a piece of broccoli in his mouth. "Babe, that's about half my day, killing morons and replacing them with more obedient morons. You could be part of that fun equation if you stayed here with me." His tone was simple, like he hadn't offered the very same about 100 times before with no luck. After all, she might finally give in at 101.
"I got my own pack of morons to wrangle back home, Jack." She chews on that piece of steak for a long time, contemplating, and jabs at a spear of asparagus, dragging it through the garlic sauce they sautéd them in. "I ain't the domestic type. I like free range... no restraints. At least not the un-fun types."
"Babe, I think you misunderstand me." Jack replied, smirking like it would hide the sheer fire in his eyes. "Taming you would take all the fun out of it. Kill people up here, just be close enough to climb in my bed without a 3 hour ordeal to get you here. I can have other people keep any eye on your town, and we could use it like the vacation spot it was meant to be."
As if he could tame her.
"A week." Comes her curt reply, spoken around her nibbling the end off the asparagus. "I'll give you a week to convince me. And for me to make you regret you ever brought me here."
Jack chuckled and set down his fork, leaning comfortably back in his chair as if his mind hadn't just listed off a million things to do with an entire week at his disposal.
"Ooh. Babe, right to the foreplay hm? Alright, a week. Let me know when you want out of that dress, I need to punch one of the buckethead waiters on my way out." He said, again casual as he downed the a last of his wine.
She's making dicks on her plate out of the asparagus and potatoes now. It's probably a good a time as any to mosey on out, though her eyes light with curiosity at Jack's statement.
"Oohoho. Who fucked up? Point him out I wanna watch him squirm."
There's something about a woman whose cheeks dimple when she grins too wide. She's already kicked her chair away from the table, the force of it causing an ungodly screech against the polished floors. That gets the attention of the wait staff, new and familiar faces peeking around walls and hedge partitions. She's turned completely around-- damn near straddling the chair-- to scrutinize them all.
"Was it the ugly fuck with the braces?"
"The nah, the one with his nose a touch too high. Let's get out of here."
And with that the CEO dropped more than enough money to cover their dinners on the table. He stood calmly, stepped around the table and strode across the few feet between him and the shithead in particular, coming up behind him as the waiter that had been so polite to them looked horrified by the CEO’s sudden approach. In the few seconds it took the kid to realize he was there, Jack's fist collided with his jaw, a love tap by most standards but the kid fell dramatically, creating an instant silence in the restaurant.
"I'd appreciate it if waitstaff here was a bit more mindful of their own affairs than that of their customers, but overall, 9 out of 10 stars. Bill and tip are on the table, have a nice night." Jack said to both his now startled waiter and the half-conscious snot-nosed kid on the ground.
Nisha's snorting laughter is about the only sound anyone dares to make for a long while. No one makes a move to help the kid, and they probably won't until Jack and Nisha are long gone.
"Holy craaap. And you thought his nose was high before!"
She's ditching the Louboutins, leaving them under the table as she rises from the chair and joins her boyfriend near the venue door. "It's in his brains now I think. Come on let's blow this popsicle stand."
Another short burst of a giggle, and she scoops up the train of her dress before making her exit. The entirety of that leg is showing, as is the crease of one very pert asscheek... and well, Ms. Kadam doesn't seem to be wearing any underwear.