Put Your Right Hand In

[OOC - yeah... this didn't quite turn out how my brain thought it would ... but... I wasted like... two hours on it so, might as well post it.]

Ashleen, hair tied back and clothes completely professional - or at least modestly covering everything for once in who knew how long - hid in the shadows, leaning against the wall, attempting to blend in.

And ignore the pig leaning beside her.

"Come on," his voice was low, weedling. It was getting one her nevres. "This can't be all you do. I heard the stories."

Keeping her eyes pealed, using buisness as an excuse to avoid looking at him, her new partner, she raised an eyebrow, her voice when she spoke completely detached, devoid of emotions.

"You have, have you? And just what do these stories say?" She knew what these stories said. Some where true, other more embelished.

All of them painful to hear now.

"Oh you know," the boy continued, in a voice she assumed he thought sounded seductive - it was just annoying. Her patiences, which had been low originally, practically none existant of late, was wearing out. Frankly, she did not care what Daddy said, after this mission, this partner was going to have to go.

The rest of his words were tunned out as she caught sight of who she was looking for, coming their way. She subtle moved her hand to her back looking for....

She felt like swearing when she realized that she didn't have it; her new partner would shut up about girls holding guns until she let him have it. She hadn't had the damn patiences to prove she could handle it.

Not liking the feeling of no weapon, she sigh, and pulled the sturdy pocket blade that her father had given her for one birthday or another, and turned to let her partner - she couldn't even remember his name - know what was up, since she figured he was far too busy hitting on her to actually be paying attention.

Only before she could she felt a hand on her waist - a hand she certianly did not say could be there.

"Hands off, Handsy," she said slowly, him away from her, careful not to attract attention, "If you want to keep them."

She gave him an icey stare that was pointed before going back to the job at hand.

"Now if you would pay attention you would not ice that-"

"Come on Wings," his whinny voice turning up in pitch as he got closer, "Angel used to-"

"But you aren't Angel, and angel knew when to-"

She glances over her shoulder. The target was so close now, if she didn't get Handsy to pay attention they would both be in huge-

Ash's hand twitched, tightenting on her blande as his hand found her waist again.

"Handsy," her voice was low, a warning.

"Wings, come one, you can just get a little," Ash was no longer listenting. She let out a little growl as his hand began to slide up her side.

"handsy!"

"Ash," his hand continued to slip further up.

Let out another growl at her hand flipped around, driving the long blade into his hand. He let go with a shriek and shrunk against the wall. She felt no sympathy for the boy.

Growling again she reached past him to grab the gun from where he stored it, "If you want anything done.." she turned ready to use it, only to find the other boys shrieks - really he was being a wuss about it - had attrackted to much attenting, "Damn it!"

Completely ignorant of the possibly dangers of it she threw the weapon aside with disgust.

"You," she growled at the man she was supposed to have killed, "Oh you're life to Handsy over here - might as well thank him."

She turn to the boy, reaching over to pull her blade back out of his hand, "And you can explain to Daddy why he's not dead, and you're hand is. Have fun."

Letting out one more growl, she turned on her heals and stalked out of the alley way. That was her last straw.

She was not having another partner.

She was done.