Sammy didn't kick back much, but when she did she went all out for it. Once Iason located a table, she slipped off her overshirt and draped it over a seat, then made her way to the dance floor. She wasn't armed in the traditional way tonight. The tight, low cut tank top tucked into equally tight jeans wouldn't have been enough to hide her side arm. A knife tucked into her boot was her only weapon.
On the dance floor she was lost to casual sight as she joined the freeform dancing press of bodies.
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