03-22-2023, 07:07 PM
The music made holding a conversation near impossible yet some asshat pulled her mark from her. Though his ass played nicely into her fingers and Zef was more than willing to take advantage of the curves while possible. Not that here fingers hadn't explored already. Or would not be there again. Many times over if she had anything to say about it.
She was a little annoyed but the offer of finer tastes was not beyond her. "Whatever you suggest." She had to shout to be heard and at this volume she'd be hoarse in an hour. Not that there was a problem with that scenario either. Screaming was always in the cards.
Zef leaned in and let Jaxen make whatever order he was about to make and whispered/shouted in his ear. "Your friend needs to watch his pockets." She coiled a pickpocketed chain into Jaxen's palm. "Think he might miss it?" She nipped at his ear lobe playfully.
A kid on her watch list pushed up against Jaxen ignorant of the other man who knew is friends. Who had just kissed one of them actually. Yet he didn't seem interested nor did he recognize her -- but she recognized the son of the former Atharim CCDPD cop who had worked many many Madrid cases she'd been on. He was the spitting image of his father. The boy slide money across the bar and was handed what she expected was P. She'd only heard about it. Drugs weren't exactly her thing. There far better highs than artificial ones, but for this one, she'd reach out. She shouted again in Jaxen's ear. "He knows your friends. Wonder why he's not watching the boy on stage like the others." He was young, but not much younger than Durante. But still young...
She was a little annoyed but the offer of finer tastes was not beyond her. "Whatever you suggest." She had to shout to be heard and at this volume she'd be hoarse in an hour. Not that there was a problem with that scenario either. Screaming was always in the cards.
Zef leaned in and let Jaxen make whatever order he was about to make and whispered/shouted in his ear. "Your friend needs to watch his pockets." She coiled a pickpocketed chain into Jaxen's palm. "Think he might miss it?" She nipped at his ear lobe playfully.
A kid on her watch list pushed up against Jaxen ignorant of the other man who knew is friends. Who had just kissed one of them actually. Yet he didn't seem interested nor did he recognize her -- but she recognized the son of the former Atharim CCDPD cop who had worked many many Madrid cases she'd been on. He was the spitting image of his father. The boy slide money across the bar and was handed what she expected was P. She'd only heard about it. Drugs weren't exactly her thing. There far better highs than artificial ones, but for this one, she'd reach out. She shouted again in Jaxen's ear. "He knows your friends. Wonder why he's not watching the boy on stage like the others." He was young, but not much younger than Durante. But still young...