Lisa kept her eyes narrowed and her lips in a fine line. This Cisco, if it was the “real” Cisco was a major turn off. If anything he reminded her of all the skeeves she’d ever known. Hell, Roscoe didn’t even treat her like that.
“Don’t play dumb. You know I only go out for few reasons. Shopping and thieving. Do you see any bags in my hands?” With an exasperated sigh she locked her gaze with his. “Cisco, if this is the real you, I’m gonna have to walk away from you. Forget what we had, I don’t take such…disrespect from anyone. I try to keep a certain decorum around you, so you see I’m more than just a petty thief. But screw that, you need to stop acting like a twat. This isn’t you or even the real you. I know you’re hurt and scared but if you keep acting like a douche nozzle, I’m gonna kick your ass-love or not.”
That would be her only warning, she was getting too old for these games. She never thought she would have to give Cisco this delightful little pep talk. It made a large part of her very sad.
“I’m not playing dumb, sugar.” He smiled. “I just wanted you to say it so I could say we should thieve together. Wouldn’t that be such a treat?” Cisco said with a sarcastic tone. He raised his hands and took a few steps back. “Baby, if you don’t like me at my worst, you sure can’t have me at my best. Walk away if you will. But I can’t guarantee I’ll forget what we have. I know you’ll come back to me Lisa Baby. I just know it.” A smile creeped across his face, much like the shadows of the alley were. “Honey, I don’t wanna hurt you, but if you come at me, I can’t promise you won’t end up on that pretty little ass of yours.” Cisco let his hands fall to his sides, watching Lisa closely for any sign of a weapon on her person.