Mafia Round 3 Lynch - Battle of the Sexes

Ryan smiled a somewhat sheepish crooked grin as one of the lovely lady hostages approached him, speaking in a soft voice.

“We got the coffee machines up and running babe. You looked like you could use a nice shot of espresso.”

He gratefully accepted the small cup, finding himself somewhat tongue tied, when another fine lady pulled up a chair next to him. “-I- brought you a shot too, big boy.”

While two shots of espresso were sure to have him bouncing off the walls…hell, he didn’t want to say no to a pretty face. It would be rude, after all. Completely missing the furtive glances the two women exchanged, he downed both shots and put on his most charming smile for his company when yet a third young lady approached, espresso in hand.

“You’re not going to let these two have –all- the fun, are you sweetpea?” The girls were laying it on pretty thick now; the saccharine was heavier than the box of sweet and lo on the table, but Ryan just winked and accepted the shot.

Behind him, a few of the guys were stuffing their fists in their mouths to keep from cracking up, though a few looked a little more serious about the entire operation as the ladies continued to offer up shot after shot of espresso.

By the fourth shot, Ryan was starting to feel just a little jittery.

By the sixth, he was talking about god knows what faster than the human mind could comprehend as the girls nodded and smiled, occasionally squeezing his arm and giggling in a most encouraging way.

He lost count in a haze of females and flirting and drinking after about twelve shots, and the ground was littered with tiny paper cups by the time Ryan Dean fell over dead of a heart attack induced by an overdose of caffeine.

The women of the coffee shop hostage crisis took a bow as one to a round of applause.