My favorite gun, a Desert Eagle, was not even vaguely concealed in an underarm holster, but just for good measure, I took my blazer off. Underneath I wore just a thin, red silk camisole, black lace bra, and a gun. Sexy dangerous was my whole vibe... especially when I knew I'd be seeing Cass.
"And a Desert Eagle, that's one great big old pistol. I mean, fifty caliber made by badass Hebrews"
