Hmmm, hm, hmm....

Fortuna sits in the wating room, humming a lilting tune (earning her stares and glares from the other, more woried-looking occupants of the room). Her legs are crossed, and one of her high-heels dangles from a toe. She looks more than a little out of place - she wants to stand out. She wants to be noticed. By one person in particular, who should be coming along any moment now...

And... here... he... is.

He enters the room, starts to walk past Fortuna...

"Shit!"

And he turns around and starts to leave again.

He does. Not. Like. Her.

"Oh, hey. Where are you going, sweetie?" she coos, catching up to him before he can get more than a few paces away. She closes her hands on his shoulders, with a warning squeeze. "I've been wanting to see you."

He swallows and doesn't move.

"Why? Haven't you fucked my life up enough?"

A bit rude, granted, but don't you think he has cause? I think he has cause. Dave certainly thinks he has cause.

Assuming he thinks, that is.

"Now, now..." she gives him a comforing pat on the back, then edges around him so he would face her. "It can always get worse, can't it? It could happen. A lot of funny things could happen. The weapon, for example. Who knows where that might turn up."

Dave stares.

"Get a life already."

This is to cover the fact that he doesn't particularly want to end up in jail for who knows how long because the police suddenly have lots of evidence against him. He has heard nasty things about jail, and one night in it didn't do much do disabuse him of the notions.

Her smile disappears.

"I think,... I think a conscientious civilian is going to be stumbling across it any moment now,..."

His eyes go extremely wide. He swallows with a mouth suddenly thoroughly dry and licks his lips as if he's about to say something, or try to, and runs a hand back through his hair.

He doesn't manage to vocalize anything, though his mouth does open and close a couple times, before he remembers that that looks really stupid and shuts it with a snap.

The smile returns.
"And we both know whose fingerprints they're going to find on it..." she continues, watching him closely and waiting for a reaction. "What's the sentence these days for shooting someone - with an unregistered firearm, no less?"

He bit his lip.

"Dunno."

He doesn't want to find out, either...

"Well, we could find out the hard way..." she purrs.
Wait, is she giving him another option...?
"What do you think, darling?"

"I'd really rather not, 'f it's all the same to you..."

Jail = bad!

He gives her a pleading look. Aw, how can you resist the face, Fortuna? Isn't he adorable?

He is adorable.
But adorable never won a game of dice.

"Do you think you have a choice?"

Well, maybe not a game of dice, but there are many ways that being adorable can aid one's luck. (Or ruin it, actually. Dave seems to encounter most of the bad ones.)

"Prob'ly not."

He figures he's going to get whatever she wants him to get, and, well... he doesn't think he can change her mind anymore. He's learned a lesson, yes he has.

"Ah! 'Probably'!" she claps her hands together, looking quite gleeful. "There's the key word, sweetie."

The gun appears in her hand, concealed from the others in the waiting room, as it's between her and Dave and they're...quite close together, all of a sudden.

He chokes. Last time he saw that gun, it was a rather unpleasant situation...

"... so'm I the conscientious civilian now? 'Cause I'm not. Conscientious. Um."

He's confused.

"Do you remember that little game I had you play?" She waved a dismissive hand. "Of course you do. If you remember ,.. you won."
By not getting shot, and by shooting his girlfriend. Wow. That's winning?
"So,...you get the bonus prize." In an instant, the revolver was gone. She beamed and twined an arm around his neck. "No one's fingerprints are on that gun but mine. When it's found, they'll know you're innocent. You're home free."

That's a really nasty way to win. Ahem.

Dave blinked. Several times. This didn't make sense. None of his encoutners with Fortuna had been like this. This didn't make sense!

"... wow. Thanks."

He almost threw his arms around her in gratitude, but that would not be a good idea. With his luck, Vi would get them to take her out of her room to go to the bathroom or something and see him doing that.

Well, sometimes, Dave, you get lucky.

"Oh, it's nothing at all, sweetie," she cooed, disentangling herself from him. "No problem at all."

She gave him a parting kiss - on the cheek - and then strolled away, humming to herself.