Danielle knew that smile. And she didn't like it. But a 'little field trip' could provide her...something. Maybe.
So she got up, setting the rifle aside, and went into the bathroom.
After taking care of business, she ran the tap in the sink. She washed her hands and her face, but left the water running. There was a revolver duct-taped to the back of the toilet. Standard operating procedure, in case she wasn't able to stop an intruder. She ripped the duct tape off, balling it and shoving it down into her pocket, before neatly tucking the revolver in the back of her jeans.
If she had to run, she couldn't look back. And she might need the protection.
Feeling moderately prepared for anything, she shut off the tap and came out of the bathroom, absently smoothing back her hair. "I hope it's not black tie. I left my pearls in Pontiac."
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So she got up, setting the rifle aside, and went into the bathroom.
After taking care of business, she ran the tap in the sink. She washed her hands and her face, but left the water running. There was a revolver duct-taped to the back of the toilet. Standard operating procedure, in case she wasn't able to stop an intruder. She ripped the duct tape off, balling it and shoving it down into her pocket, before neatly tucking the revolver in the back of her jeans.
If she had to run, she couldn't look back. And she might need the protection.
Feeling moderately prepared for anything, she shut off the tap and came out of the bathroom, absently smoothing back her hair. "I hope it's not black tie. I left my pearls in Pontiac."