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Untamed Snow Dancer
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That's it. Security work. Only I don't need to look for work, everyone's got problems in this city, and when people got problems, they know where to look.
I sit down and have myself a beer. Always a good draft at Stephanie's. Goes down smooth. Smoother than a bill down a crooked cop's pocket.
Before long I'm staring at an angel. With hips like that she could have any man she wanted, but fate or luck brings her to me.
It must be luck, I think to myself. I'm always lucky at the shamrock.
"Hey there." she says. Her voice is like the icy frost upon the petal of a rose. Beautiful, but with a creeping sense of danger. Voice of a woman who knows how to get what she wants. Voice of a killer.
"You look like a man who can get things done. Buy a girl a drink, and maybe do her a favor?"
I strike a match and light my cigarette. A girl like her wouldn't normally give me the time of day, she'd be after a more high class customer. I think a moment before I respond.
How should he respond?
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