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Sami grinned, looking down at his hand.

"Whoa, watch your hand there," she told him playfully. His fingers were dangerously close to her chest. She winked at him. "Anyway, have you ever even TRIED rail-surfing? It's awesome! And a lot harder than it looks!" She chuckled behind a hand, her eyes twinkling. "I just don't think you can do it."

Sami chuckled.

"What, Tony?" Just to spite him, she walked a few steps down the stairs and leaned against the railing, her butt half on the wood and her hands steadying herself on the balustrade. She gave Tony a taunting, flirtatious smile. "You gonna push me?"

Sami grinned.

"Oh, don't lie," she replied easily. "You DO know."

Let's see how far I can push this...

Raising herself, she sat herself on the balustrade, her hands holding it on either side.

"Go on then, Tony my dear," she stated simply. "Push me."

Sami chuckled huskily.

"My, my, so rough and physical," she breathed, leaning forward slightly to nearly touch noses with Tony, her eyes sparkling with mocking mirth. "Is this always how you flirt with girls?"

Then she was surfing down the balustrade, ready for the knot at the end and somersaulting off of the rail, letting out a cry of victory when she landed safely.

Turning to lounge on the replacement couch, she helped herself to the scotch on the end table next to it, a satisfied little smirk on her face.

Sami raised an eyebrow at Tony, the glass raised to her lips.

"Grubby? My hands are grubby? I have half a mind to throw this scotch on you, my dear." She drained the glass, just to piss him off before setting it back down on the end table. "And if it's yours, don't leave it out. Simple concept, no?"

Sami smirked.

Calmly raising her hand up, she set her fingers on the length of the gun.

Then she pushed the weapon up to where it was aimed at the cieling.

Her smirk widened as she gazed at him.

"In your hands that hunk of steel is nothing but a shiny toy gun," she breathed, never taking her eyes away from him. Something was different about her now - there was something dangerous lingering behind her eyes, but the taunting gleam was still there.

Suddenly there was a clatter as the bullets in Tony's gun fell to the floor - Sami had released the barrel while Tony's eyes were on her.

Her smirk turned into a sweet smile, one laced with a taunting ring.

"Take care to remember that, my dear."

Smiling broadly at him, Sami took her hand away from his weapon, the dangerous gleam gone. It was as if it had never even been there. Had Tony simply imagined it?

"I'm going to go look around downstairs," she told him leisurely. "Go look for more scotch, since you won't let me TOUCH yours. Sheesh!" She sashayed away, dancing to the song she had stuck in her head in the moment. "Oh, and you might want to pick those up, dearie," she added, meaning the bullets on the ground at Tony's feet. "Come get me when the Don-man finishes! Toodles!"

Sami paused in mid-step, arching herself backwards to look at Tony without turning around.

"What?" She asked incredulously, keeping herself bent over with her head entirely upside down. "Why?" Then she blinked. "'Then will YOU get me scotch?"