'Ooohh, I'd like to see you try! In all of the, what, three years that I've known you, I've never seen you bring a girl into the basement!' Wednesday poked him on the arm. 'I still have yet to see the damn day! And if you want a make out session,' she pointed to the sliding glass doors at the front of the shop, 'I've seen a lovely girl standing around the corner from here, She's taken quite a liking to you. I'm sure she'd love -- and I mean love to give her services to you, you poor desperate bastard.' They slowly moved up in line with Sofia, whom they were both lacking acknowledgement of again, closer to the register.
'You want a kiss from me, an actual kiss, on the lips -- these things,' she put her finger on her own lips, 'connecting to those things,' she then put her finger on his lips, pressing them to his face and making his head back up, 'for half a meaningless second -- then you've got to bring a girl down to the basement within a week.' She stuck her hand out before withdrawing it. 'But I will only kiss you, if I don't see you kiss the girl you drag down there. So make the date count, cause I can guarantee you, these old things,' Wed licked her lips, 'aren't anything special.'
Wed stuck her hand out once more, taking a soda box under her other arm.
'Do we have a deal, Jamie?'