Snippet #2191632

Devan wasn't too sure if he'd be awarded for taking a girl to a luxurious resort just for a quick bang. No, in fact, he was pretty sure he couldn't do worse if he had tried. He looked around the small, dark room he was in, noticing the torn wallpaper in the joint and mentally crining. Banging on a single buck was probably not the best idea he had, but he can't just buy a girl drinks all night and then go to a five-star hotel right after - he wasn't wealthy by any means.

The young man sat up from his back on the bed as he heard some tell-tale signs that Victoria was finally leaving the bathroom after cleaning up. Personally, this was one of the more awkward moments in life one could have. I mean, you just obviously had sex with someone you don't plan on befriending nor seeing ever again, so what can you talk about now that the deed is done? But, Devan was experienced in this field, and would find a topic they could both enjoy. That, or go to sleep.

Devan sat, leaning his body to the side as Victoria left the bathroom. He wore a smug smirk on his face.

"Daven is it?" she asked him with a smile. "You got any close friends or family?"

A raised eyebrow came from Devan in the mere moments before she would pull a weapon on him. He was assuming what he thought to be the worse at the time. Did she want something more than a one night stand? He desperately hoped not. This situation is already awkward enough, why is she making it worse by wanting more than they both knew this was going to be? Devan's mind was soon set at ease about that situation as she pulled a gun on him.

“I suggest you answer the question and don’t make any sudden movements sweetheart, cause I won’t hesitate.”

Now, Devan did everything you would expect from someone who was being threatened with a gun. One, he dropped his smug look and replaced it with a huge frown. Two, his heart stopped for just a minute. And three, he instinctively raised his hands slowly. However, Devan also did some serious thinking and deducing.

Lets review the situation:

-Devan was with a girl in a remote hotel.
-Devan has laid with said girl.
-Said girl has now pulled a gun on him.
-Said girl was, most likely, an infamous murderer who went by the name of "Ice".

Devan realized that he should've stopped this. He should've paid heed to the newscasts about men being murdered by her, and he should've thought with his big head, not his small one. Now, there was actually a reason why he doubted this was just any other random girl who was to make it look like Ice herself and that was the tattoo on her ankle he noticed that said 'Ice bitch'. While the news never mentioned the tattoo, one could only assume. Now that he thought about it, that should've been a giant indicator of who she was, but again, he was thinking with the wrong head.

Devan already recognized the situation. Tonight would be the night Devan Matthews was fucked... in both ways. She was going to kill him and be on her way, just like she had been doing for quite some time now. "I... I only have my parents, who live in another state...." he answered, though wasn't sure why he did. It wasn't like he'd be rewarded for living if he did. It should be noted that although he answered to the gun in his face, he didn't do so in a scared-shitless fashion.

Devan Matthews wouldn't die like a pussy.