[Club Gambit] Observation.

That would have been interesting to sit back with cigars and cognac. Maybe that would have deterred people from dancing by their table. Would have been ideal, dammit! She should have thought of that. Or go to the Angel n' Demon's bar, ya git. At least she deterred him from the whole 'hit-man' idea and steered him into something else she was uncomfortable about. Dammit, she should have said gardening or something else...But then again, she knew she had the goods to be a damn..good model. If she said she was a photographer, he'd probably ask for the pictures she never took. Then again, if she said she was a model, he'd most likely look it up. Either way was somewhat bad...But she didn't bother to give him a last name since she figured it wasn't needed. That was a good play. She decided to run with this little lie. Hopefully he wasn't going to ask to come over because the answer would be a flat out 'no'. He'd see a closet full of guns instead of dresses and a Glock taped behind the toilet. That would be hard to explain.

She chuckled at his compliments. Looked like the beer was working when it came to relaxing him...But good gravy he was such a lightweight wanker. She was halfway into her scotch. That either was some potent carbonated piss or he really did not have a high tolerance for alcohol. She loved to drink! It kept her sane at night. "Bingo~. Yer roight oy' am a model. Guilty~" after taking a generous sip, she could feel herself getting a little warm. Beer was the easiest to process and she could finish off a twelve-pack before getting tipsy. Scotch was a little different and took longer to break down. Hell, she didn't know how her inner plumbing worked, but that's what she noticed overtime. "Y'know, handsum', oy' can say th' same about you. Anyone can take good pictures! Maybe if you catch me in a good mood, oy'll let you take a few," She let that sink in for a moment and cringed internally NO. Now she gave him more incentive to see her again.

No, wait. This was just harmless flirting. This was normal. He was a handsome man so it couldn't be helped. Maybe he'd play it off as a joke and perhaps he'd be under the assumption that he'd never see her again. Hopefully that was the case. She didn't need to have any relationships. Relationships got in the way of jobs from either trying to keep her job of killing people a secret, or other assholes spotting her relationships as a sign of weakness. She was positive that he got this kind of vibe from girls he had talked to in the past so this had to be nothing. If so, maybe she could get him completely wasted that when he woke up, the memory of Lenn was nothing but a dream. Guess oy'll cross tha' bridge when oy' get to it...

"Snap with woteva' you please~" she purred. Yes, she purred for him. Acting was very...very difficult. She found herself playing along with this a little too well and even found herself wanting to see how far this went. She really did find this guy interesting though, that was no lie...Which was the reason why she had to leave him somehow although the more drinks were involved, the harder it was to leave. For the first time in a long while, she was enjoying herself.

At the next question though, she did reflect only for a moment. There was someone a long time ago...and she didn't know where he was now. They were partners back then...Perhaps, the first human she ever trusted. It became awkward when she found out he worked for the same company that did 'this' to her. "No. Oy' travel too much to hav' a place t'settl' in so," she shrugged with a smirk before she reached over to finish up the second scotch. She took a break on the cloves and instead ordered Jacob another beer and a Jack n' Coke this time. Hopefully he could keep up with her! "It's awwright, no big deal," She took a generous sip of her coke. "So oy'm gonna guess n' say you don' have a misses back home eitha'? Hm!"

She honestly didn't mind if he really did decide to steal a picture right at this moment. With the way her tie was undone and the teasing bit of cleavage shown, it would have been a good picture. By the time the third beer arrived, Lenn had moved her seat closer to him. She figured he must have had some relationship, but married? Lenn didn't understand marriage. It was just some piece of paper saying you were together; that was it. Her parents never acted like a true couple, but that was probably because of her existence that they were so miserable. She heard of some people being ashamed of being a divorcee...Guess that was like having a stain on your resume and too many would deter someone from ever wanting to commit with you.

It was kind of...refreshing to get the intel on someone the proper way instead of watching said person twentyfour-seven. Normally if she needed to get information about someone, it was purely through...(she hated to admit this) stalking much like a lion would with it's prey. Dare she say it?...This was...fun? Lenn Greaves, freelance mercenary having...fun? Honestly, she had gotten a lot accomplished just by talking with Jacob. Not only was she getting to know him, but he actually helped her realize that if she was permanently staying here, she needed some kind of cover. Maybe that's why she liked him; just teeny bit.

"Well oy' guess it was a good thing ya came out tonite 'er else oy' wouldn' be sittin' here havin' a good toime," she chuckled and sipped her coke again. Good lord, it didn't feel right that she was actually having a good time...Perhaps it was a good thing she was drinking because then her cheeks would have been flushed for 'no reason at all'. She checked her watch. Hm. It was getting late and she had to make sure her equipment was okay... "Bloody 'ell, it's late..." she finished off the coke. Good thing it wasn't a tall glass, but it was probably a bad thing that there was more rum than coke. The world kind of spun when she tried to stand and instead she found herself plopping onto his lap as if this was just a casual thing. Well, it was either continue to sit in the club and recover..Or attempt to walk home. "Sorry, mate!" There was a hint of a giggle. Oh hell, it's all gonna' hit me at once... "Jus' gimmie a moment an' oy'll be off~"

Oh man...drinking everything so fast was probably a bad idea in public. Normally she held herself well when it came to drinking at her own place and she didn't require much travel to get a shower in and go to sleep. Unfortunately right now, she had to travel several blocks just to get back to her apartment. While she normally had a great sense of direction, right now things were just as fuzzy as the idea of being in a man's lap. She felt him pull her in and she allowed it, practically laying herself upon him after he suggested a picture! There was no way in hell that she would have allowed any of this to happen if it weren't for the alcohol--especially the selfie that she was posing for. Her cheek was nuzzled right up against his and she even smiled for the tiny camera.

Normally Lenn would have swiped the phone and disposed of it on spot--even as far as attempting to eat it if she couldn't get rid of it.

So he was suggesting more pictures? Well, she didn't want to be stuck here all night...And she was at least coherent enough that asking for a ride back to her place would be a bad idea. One, he'd know where she lived and she hadn't gotten the chance to hide her gear...

She looked to him and...wow. Hmmm. Just one more scotch in her system and she would have kissed him, but instead she brushed his bangs aside. "Well oy' got a betta' idea...Maybe we can take s'more pick'chas at yer place?..." It was a good idea, was it not? Hmm, would he let her stay the night?

Things were really starting to heat up, but at least he didn't put up a fuss with wanting to go to his place. Honestly, who would? She could just...crash there, or something. Heh, who knew if she was just going to 'crash'. She did suggest pictures after all. Since he was going to be taking her home, the least she could do was pay for his drinks as promised. She reached down, practically shoving his wallet back into his pocket. another silly giggle. Ah, that alcohol was running in her system alright. She reached into her suit and produced her own fancy little wallet. There was enough cash for the bill and then some for the girl's tip.

"D'aww don' worry 'bout me! Oy' got this..." she slid off his lap and..Oh! There was a bit of a sway, but she managed this time. At least the room didn't spin as fast as it did the last time, but that was probably because she grabbed at his arm. Oh yeah, too much to drink...and now that she thought about it, she didn't eat either. Stupid her. That's what she got for wanting to get this meeting over with so bad. Just to keep with her balance, she clung onto his arm much like a girl would with her newly found boyfriend, breasts and all plush against his bicep. S-Speaking of that, his suit was most definitely hiding something underneath. So firm, his bicep! Mmm~ just like the rest of his body. She could definitely feel that from laying against him for that picture.