[center][color=fff200][h3]Farce - Strip Mall[/h3][/color][@Spiffy][@Xandrya][@solokolos][/center]
Holy shit. She was a nice find. Pretty good looking too, Farce had to admit. She ignored responding to the question Judah asked about what might happen, winging it entirely based off of instinct. It had worked for her all this time, why would it stop now? The biker chick brought up how Judah might've had something to do with this, to which Farce had to interject. [color=fff200]"He didn't. He was punching a boxing bag and drinking Snapple earlier."[/color] Farce hushed afterwards, watching the situation unfold as she reached down for her nightstick, lifting it up and carefully inspecting the item for any damages. 

[color=fff200]"Plus, he has a thing for you~,"[/color] Farce teased. She didn't actually know that for sure, but going off on a fun little joke was good to break the tension. Hell, maybe it would negotiate the situation better. Who knows? All that was certain was that Judah and the woman were a good twelve to eighteen inches away from each other right now.

[color=fff200][i]"Young love, eh Sparce?"[/i][/color] [i][color=00a99d]"You're [u]really[/u] gonna joke about that right now?"[/color][/i]