11-19-2003, 08:08 PM
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Wondering where he was going with the game, she peered at the shadowy silhouette of the gunman who held them hostage. There was no other way of saying it -- she and Max were hostages and it was frighteningly obvious that it would take more than a few seemingly acquiescent words and a whole lot of fancy footwork to convince him he'd be better off leaving them be. And in the meantime...
Helene smiled encouragingly at Max and squeezed his hand. Wine. What she needed was a stiff shot of bourbon -- or ten. Well there'd be plenty of time for bourbon later. And there would be a later. Holding up her glass in a mock toast, she took a long, deep drink before setting the glass down on the table beside the settee.
One glass of wine was not going to affect her or impair her judgment or reactions. She did, however, wonder if it would affect his. She could only hope.
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