'Pick a Card, Babydoll.' by steampunk-babydoll, literature
Literature
'Pick a Card, Babydoll.'
She walks into the bar, hips swaying, the air around her tasting ever so slightly of alcohol and lovemaking. She tilts her head to the side and leans over the counter. Dark laughter penetrates the air from behind her. "Well, if it isn't the clockwork babydoll herself. Hands in the air, Sawyer."
She steadies her heart. It's only the police. No worries. She drapes an easy smile across her lips and opens her arms. "Captain Randall Tawnley, ladies and gentlemen! Randall! My love! You've found me! Drat!"
The police captain snorts and drains his cup. Wiping his lips on a sleeve, he waves an arm at Josephine. "Arrest her."
"Not this time, boys,"