Amber Freeman corners Vince in the bar and gives him his switchblade back but in a different way.
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Vince was waiting grumbled in annoyance until he saw a dark haired girl who was holding his switchblade and looking pretty pleased with herself. His eyes flickered over toward his switchblade. "Where'd you- Then it hits him as he remembers that Dewey had disarmed him and it must've fell on the floor. "Right." he mumbled to himself, holding out his palm for Amber to see as he wanted his switchblade back. "you've got something of mine." He bluntly says, still firmly holding out his palm for her. A cocked head to the side as he wore a smug expression on his face as he waits for the girl to give him his switchblade back. He watched as the girl seemed to contemplate something before stabbing Vince in the hand, the switchblade goes straight through his palm as he heard her say very nonchalantly. "Here."
Her eyes gleam with amusement at the sight of the gleaming blade buried deep in Vince's palm, enjoying his pain a little too much.
"What the fuck!!" Vince spat, pain filled his face as he tries to ignore the pain in his hand.
Ambers grin widens, a dark glint flickers in her eyes as she admired Vince's pain. With a slow dangerous pace, she starts to approach him, taking in every inch of him.
She cornered him, eyes flickering back down to Vince's hand which had the knife embedded in his palm still.
"There you go, sweetheart." She chided, her voice dripping with malevolence as she threw him a smile and left her mark of the blade on Vince's palm.
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