Con was very, very consciously keeping his back to Gen. Not only did that put him in a prime position to see the door, it also kept his mind from wandering to ... difficultly hidden ... thoughts.

That dress ...

"Con, I don't really see how this will work," Victoria said.

(Honestly, I have no plan for what's about to happen. You said you wanted to have Gen get shot ... How? And how badly?)

Genevieve blew out a sigh and leaned back in her seat. "Is he even going to show?" she whispered.

"He'll be here. And it will work if you all stick to your parts. Gen, keep him distracted. Don't let his mind wander to anything but you and your boobs. You, Victoria, have to stay outside – keep your eyes out for any traps. Then, a few minutes in, I'm going to leave. Gen, right after, you propose that the two of you go 'somewhere more private' and flutter your eyelashes at him. You leave for the park, Victoria will follow you, and then we'll ambush him as soon as we're all out of sight of any witnesses. Sound good?"

"Not at all," Victoria said.

(Okay, I saw what you wrote in the plotting thread. I'll make it happ'n, cap'n.)

Genevieve practiced fluttering her eyelashes but she felt like an idiot. "Do I have to flutter my lashes?" she asked. "I look stupid."

"It was a figure of speech, you -"

"He's here!" Victoria hissed.

And she was right. Strutting down the street, calm as could be, Marvin Marks headed straight into the cafe, not even noticing Themis standing outside, slurping on a soda.

He saw Gen and his eyes widened a little. "Don't tell me you got all dressed up just for me," he smiled his greeting. "I'm honoured."

Genevieve stood quickly, giving him a nice view of her legs. "I wanted to look nice," she said with a smile. "Have a seat," she urged, sitting slowly, purposefully leaning forward more than necessary.

While both Victoria and Con tensed, Marvin whistled lightly and reached out a hand to give Gen's bottom a nice slap. "I appreciate it, really I do," he grinned and threw himself down in the booth. "Are you always this nice to guys you just met?"

Gen froze for half a second, a glare forming on her face. You son of a bitch! she shrieked in her head, but she plastered a smile on her face. "Only the ones I like," he said, touching his hand lightly.

He grinned. "Thanks hon ..." He signaled for the waitress to bring them two coffees. "It's good to see you, though I won't lie - I wanted to get together last night."

Gen sighed. "I know," she mutteed, looking away. "I was having some problems," she admitted. "My ex boyfriend Con....ner showed up raving like a lunatic," she sighed. "Scared me half to death. I thought about calling you after I got him to leave, but I thought it was too late and you would have been with Beth."

Constantine sneezed.

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Interesting ... Marvin thought. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" he asked, pretending concern and taking one of her hands in his. "Would you like me to sort him out for you? Just give me his address, and I'll have it done in no time."

Tempting offer, but I don't know his address...

"No, no," Gen said quickly. "No, he didn't hurt me." She shook her head. "I don't think he would." She pushed her hair out of her face and smiled lightly. "Well now, let's not talk about him. Let's talk about you--about us," she said brightly, leaning forward again to show him her breasts.

"Us, darlin' ...?" Marvin mused. "Is there an us?" he grinned. "I suppose there is. What do you want to talk about? How fuckable you look right now ...?"

Gen blinked in shock. How fu..."Excuse me?" she asked, trying to sound like she thoguht it was funny when she was actually pretty disgusted. She was starting to get nervous. Something about Marvin just wasn't ringing true and she felt fear creeping up the back of her neck.

"Yes," Marvin continued, taking her chin between two of his fingers and forcing her to look in his face. "See, I like what you're wearing right now, don't get me wrong, but ... See, I keep picturing you in those tight orange pants from the other night, and that mask. It's a huge turn on, Phoenix," he purred.

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Victoria dropped her soda and headed into the cafe, plan be damned.

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Con was frozen in shock for a second before he also stood up.

Genevieve gasped and jerked backwards, pulling free of his grasp. "What?" she demanded, climbing to her feet. She wobbled on her heels, pissed off that she was wearing them, wearing the whole outfit for this sick, disgusting pig!

She took another step back, panic lancing through her body.

"Hey now, babe," Marvin said, his voice low but clearly audible to the two people about to attack him. "Look under the table - do you see it? It's a gun, babe ... A gun. If you don't sit down and answer my questions, I'll pull this here trigger and blow a hole right through your spine. Okay?"

Oh shit! I can't let him fire that thing in here! Someone could get hurt. But if I get back in that booth with him...no. Screw this. I'm out of here.

"Go to hell," Genevieve spat. She turned to run for the door.

Con saw the way the gun followed Gen as she ran, and he acted on instinct. He threw himself at the Dog just as he pulled the trigger, throwing off his aim - Con hoped.

With a grunt they tumbled to the ground, people screaming and running around them.

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"Gen!" Victoria cried, running to her friend.

Genevieve screamed as pain lanced through her shoulder and she hit the ground hard, her skirt riding up to her crotch. She pushed through the pain and shrugged Victoria off. "Con!" she shouted, already scrambling to her feet.

With strength she didn't know she had, Victoria pulled Gen to her feet when she saw the blood.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

"I'll help him in a second," she said, pulling the girl towards the exit.

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Con and Marvin were rolling around on the floor, each with their hands clasped around the gun as they fought for dominance.

The bulkier Marvin was winning.

Genevieve panicked. Con was in trouble. There was no way he could take Marvin alone. So she acted on instinct. She elbowed Themis in the gut, carefully avoiding her stitches and leaped away from her. She took off at a dead run--no easy feat in her current attire--and tripped, skidding across the floor on her knees. She winced, but kept moving, ignoring the blood staining her shoulder and beading on her knees.

She slammed into Constantine from the side, sending him toppling off of Marvin and in the same breath brought her knee hard into Marvin's crotch.

(Woot woot! Go Genny!)

Victoria crumpled briefly to the floor, gasping for breath. Bitch!

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Marvin was also calling Gen a few choice words in his head as he clutched helplessly at his man-jewels. The gun missing, he began to drag himself towards the door, meaning to beat a hasty retreat.

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"What the hell?" Con yelled, rolling with the fiery ball of womanhood on top of him.

Genevieve winced in pain, her skirt riding up to her crotch again. "Sorry," she gasped, her voice tight with pain. "Panicked," she panted. It slowly occurred to her how...delictate the situation was. She was on top of Con in a slutty skirt and heels, her boobs were spilling out of the top, and her knee was wedged between his legs. It was increasingly difficult to hold herself up off of him with her shoulder screaming in protest and her arms were shaking. She was about to collapse any minute.

Completely enraged, Victoria looked around for someone to beat on. The Dog happened to be near. With a well aimed kick, she sent him to the floor. He grunted, but reached out and grabbed her foot, pulling her to the floor with him. She reciprocated by slamming her fist into his nose.

Con was saved from having to get up when he saw Victoria handle the Dog. He turned his full attention to Gen and - after he got past the shock of finding her breasts in his face and her thighs ... near places ... he noticed that she appeared to be covered in blood and rapidly turning as white as a sheet. He sat upright and grabbed her shoulders. "He got you? Where?"

Genevieve let out a scream. "Shoulder!" she yelped.

Marvin's eyes teared up with the pain. He was getting fed up with all those women beating him up. He took the girl by the shoulders and slammed her bodily into the floor, jarring her head as he did so. Then he used her as leverage to climb to his feet and run - more like stumbled - out of the now empty cafe.

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"Shit! Sorry!" Con cringed, pulling his hands back. Then he wrapped both arms around her waist and levered her over his shoulder. With difficulty, he stood. "Let's get you out of here."

"So...chivilrous," she panted, staring at his ass. "Nice ass," she added feebly.

"Don't bite it, or I might have to smack yours. It's hanging out, might I add." Con focused on getting her out of there. The amount of blood was scaring him half do death. When he passed Victoria - lying groaning on the floor - he snapped; "She's shot, I'm getting her to the hospital. You better get the hell out before the police arrive."

"You said...distracting," Gen moaned. "Smack mine and...I'll smack...yours," she threatened darkly, but the effect was ruined by her rasping breaths.

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