Faith crossed one leg over the other, her skirt revealing more than just a little bit of thigh. She rested her chin on her hand, eyes scanning the room.
"What can I do you for?" the bartender asked.
"Just a beer, thanks honey," Faith replied.
"Sure thing," he replied, twisting the top and then sliding the bottle to her.
Sam
Sam wondered vaguley if he'd stepped into the right bar as soon as he'd... well, stepped into the bar.
He scanned the tables for Faith, and finally spotted her up at the bar.
He nodded to a few patrons as he made his way over, watching a particular guy for a few moments, then went to stand behind her.
"This stool taken?" he asked, acting as if he didn't know her.
Faith
"Guess it is now," Faith replied, barely looking at him.
The bartender gave Sam a sympathetic look, as Faith took a sip of her beer.
"What can I get you?" he asked.
Sam
"Beer, please," Sam nodded to him.
"You seem a bit uptight for a chick looking to score tonight."
Faith
Faith glanced at him. "What makes you think that's what I want?"
She tucked some hair behind her ear.
Sam
"Why else are you here? Drowning your sorrows?" he said sarcastically.
"Here's my number if you change your mind later on."
He slid a slip of paper over to her, with a small but obvious description on it.
Faith
"Sure, cutie."
Faith lifted the paper and looked over it, before tucking it down her shirt. She took another sip of her beer, looking casually around the room, spotting what Sam had described.
Sam
Sam smiled, then skulled down the rest of his beer. He paid for his drink, then got up to leave.
As he made his way outside he sided over to a few trees by the parking lot, just to make sure she had the rght guy.
Faith
Faith stood up from her seat, and headed over to the jukebox, giving the guy a very obvious look as she went past him.
As expected, he took the bait and followed her, cornering her against the wall and the jukebox.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Nicole," she replied, twisting a curl coyly between her fingers.
Sam
Sam's jaw jutted as he watched the door hopefully,looking at his watch to check how long she'd been in there.
It shouldn't be taking this long, surely.
Faith
"You promise?" the guy asked hopefully.
"Sure," Faith called over her shoulder, as she left the bar. She pulled her jacket on as the cool air hit her.
Sam
Sam nodded to himself as he saw she was with the right guy, then bailed.
Faith
Faith went through with the rest of the plan and managed to get the information out of him before actually having to make do on any of her promises.
That, and she'd slipped a little something in his drink.