His gaze didn't go unnoticed, perhaps it'd be a little bit cocky to say she'd only be surprised if he wasn't looking her over. It was something she was accustom to by now, being watched - eyes following the curves that great genes had gifted her. Men were often distracted when speaking to her, if not by their eyes drifting downward to her chest - than by the full lips often painted with red lipstick. She knew what went on in filthy minds that wanted nothing more than to see those lips part, either around a litany of dirty sounds or a certain body part.
That thought aside, she was easily distracted by him as well - perhaps she had somewhat of a thing for brown eyes, especially on a nice looking man like him.
Once she'd seated herself beside him, one leg crossing over the other. Her tongue sliding out over her bottom lip, then traced the upper to wet them - Alcohol had that effect on her unfortunately, it tended to make her mouth rather dry, that's why she often kept her drinks to a minimum while on the job, so her speech wasn't too horribly ruined by it. Though her attention had long since switched off the search for the item and had turned to something else; anything else that caught her for long enough and that; for the time being - turned out to be him. Maybe the night wouldn't be so horribly uneventful, there was a drink on the way that could break and bury any inhibitions that she may have about finding a different way of spending the night.
And then he spoke, and she was thoroughly interested now. Fingers curling around her glass a little more firmly, bringing her other hand to the stirrer and poking around the ice, hips shifting slightly so she sat with her chest more pronounce - a habit, nothing for his sake she just tended to have a way of drawing attention to the areas of her body that she was most fond of, or thought deserved to be noticed. Of course, if she had her way he would be noticing them in lengthy detail in a motel room later on.
Yet another thought that's dismissed easily, lifting her glass to take a long sip, head shaking just slightly at his question, "Originally Russia, down here from New York." Her tone is quiet, loud enough for him to hear her words but still low enough to be considered sultry. She wouldn't lie, she was piling it on rather heavily; but there was more of a chance for any information he may have on the object she was searching for if she got his guard down; maybe got a chance to raid his motel room for anything pertaining to the case.
"I'm supposed to be working, I'm looking for someone who has something that I need." A short pause and her legs shifted, changing the position of which one crossed the other - head tilting just slightly so crimson locks fell over her shoulder and her fingers moved to pull her necklace from beneath her shirt. Using the movement as an ulterior motive to bring his attention to the open portion of her shirt. "Though, I'm taking the rest of the night off. Searching for something else, a different way to spend my night." Too on point? Maybe. But it wasn't like it wasn't obvious to most people when someone like her went from business to pleasure. "I must say, by the way - thank you for the drink. I was beginning to think I was going to end up sharing a drink with the snaggletoothed man in the corner by the deer head. You're a wonderful, and much easier on the eyes choice to make. If you don't mind the compliment, that is."
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