[Lisa can spot a cop in another room with three walls between them and her eyes closed, and she'd been doing her damnedest to keep some distance between them and herself. She'd spin at the right moment, duck her head and use her hair as a shield, turn and laugh at a joke no one told, flitting in and out of conversations, and sure, it was just as much a front, a character, but it was armor and camouflage, too.
So when Barry starts for a cop, Lisa's hand on his arm tightens, but he's not stopping, and ripping away from him would draw more attention than... well, maybe she could draw a less comfortable kind of attention.
She takes a breath and steps fast, gracefully in spite of her heels, and curves in front of Barry just as they approach a pillar that would put them out of sight of the cop, though not out of sight from the rest of the room, necessarily. She grips his lapels simultaneously and pulls him into her, her back against the column, and any further warning he's going to get comes in the form of an absolutely lethally wicked grin before she's kissing him hard.]
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So when Barry starts for a cop, Lisa's hand on his arm tightens, but he's not stopping, and ripping away from him would draw more attention than... well, maybe she could draw a less comfortable kind of attention.
She takes a breath and steps fast, gracefully in spite of her heels, and curves in front of Barry just as they approach a pillar that would put them out of sight of the cop, though not out of sight from the rest of the room, necessarily. She grips his lapels simultaneously and pulls him into her, her back against the column, and any further warning he's going to get comes in the form of an absolutely lethally wicked grin before she's kissing him hard.]