Your heart palpitated nervously in your chest as the sight of the mobster entered your field of vision, with your hand beginning to subconsciously twir itself around the blackened netted layer on your dress as you ogled him in a sort of futile defense mechanism, your peepers carefully taking in his slightly taller than yours physique. The dapper suit with the diamond on the right side immediately spoke business, and you would have continued this ogle a lot longer if your senses didn’t finally get to you, and you shook your head in dismay. Oh /applesauce/ Nervous Broad, maybe taking such a gander at the fella wasn’t such a good idea! After all, you’re pretty certain that none of these mobsters were going to be of the polite nature when they’re notoriety stems from committing capers, but maybe if you pretend to be taking a gander at the uh, wall behind him it would take suspicion off yourself? It’s a pretty swanky wall after-all; with its dirty white flaking exterior and uh, the character that this gave to it you guess? You really were just making things up by now.
A bead of sweat rolled down your carapace when you noticed that his rather emotionless peepers were set right at you, and you visibly flinched; oh dear oh dear oh /DEAR/, you were going to have to TALK to the fella now if you didn’t want to appear like some impolite dora. “U-um hey there.” You started, gulping down an uncomfortable lump of nerves that had seemed to want to take permanent residence in your throat. “I-I hope I’m not interrupting any of your work here, but…..it is a little difficult to ignore a fella like you. E-Especially if he’s in a suit as ritzy as the one you’re wearing.” Oh /GPI/ that sounded /terrible/, you were trying to get on his good side not make yourself look like a total mook.
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Droog chuckled warmly, "Thank you for the compliment dollface. And no. You’re not interruptin anythin important. It's been one helluva week with the boys and I came to this lil joint t'grab a drink." he paused to take a sip of his scotch, "But if ya don't mind my askin, what's a rose doin in this landfill this late at night?" he added, deep blue eyes held hers.
Droog prided himself on his class and manners, and this situation was no different. One should always be polite to a dame unless she gives a reason not to be polite towards her.
