“I’ve got to tell you? Cute, but I ain’t scared of you so good luck gettin’ it outta me” Lucas replied with a cocky grin as he held her stare. Truthfully, Lucas should have expected Sophia to be curious about his answer. It was begging the question of what he really thought of her and how could anyone resist knowing that? So instead of giving her a hard time, Lucas decided to concede just a bit with an answer, “I just mean that the last time someone ordered wine at this bar was when dinosaurs roamed the earth.” It was a joke for the most part although probably a little true considering the crowds that tended to come through those doors. After all, people didn’t come to The Copper Penny for dinner dates and cocktails, they came for strong drinks, bad behaviors, and a damn good time. “You strike me as someone who’s a little too put together to be kicking back at a biker bar, that’s all” If she wanted the truth then Lucas had no issue serving it up for her. His assumptions about her could be entirely wrong but that was the nice thing about getting to know someone for the first time –– all the surprises. “Alright, that’s fair. Guess it’s my job to turn that firm maybe into a hell yes” Lucas chimed back in, confident smile draping his lips once more. It wouldn’t be the first time he convinced someone to get some ink on themselves and he was getting pretty good at it, too. Taking another sip from his glass of whiskey, Lucas pulled at the neckline of his shirt to reveal the butterfly just below his neck, “You want nature and animals, I got it…” from there, he lifted his shirt sleeve to expose the bed of roses on his shoulder, “You want pansy shit, got a lot of that…” Soon enough, Lucas set his whiskey glass back on the countertop so he could show Sophia the letterings across his knuckles that read D-A-R-K on one hand followed by various skulls on the other, “You want text, I got that, too.” He was hoping it’d show her the range of possibilities that lay in front of her if she ever did change her mind about the tattoos. “Just letting you know that you got options,” he said, shrugging his shoulders innocently as if he didn’t just give her a reason to stare.
Almost as fast as it came, there had been a laugh that permitted Sophia's lips and she shook her head when she took a moment to nurse the tequila she had ordered. “Oh, I’m not trying to be scary. Maybe I'm just trying to convince you.” Sophia swallowed the tequila that tingled against her lips. “You know, remind you that I’m more deserving than you would think. Which, aka, would be why you have to fill me in.” Her eyes scanned the crowd when Lucas made the assumption. He had a point… the woman was dressed fairly nice and had everything put together perfectly, but that had simply been just because she preferred to be that way. Getting down and dirty, so to speak, wasn’t out of the realm for her. After all, more often than not, Sophia was the devil on everyone’s shoulders as composed to the angel. “I’ll have you know that I’m much more than what meets the eye. I just like to look good. Women who claim they’re too lazy to shave their legs everyday or can’t keep up with a decent hairdresser are just… sad, sad excuses.” She laughed again, before she was turning toward the bar to set the chunky glass down. “Is that what this is? A biker bar? Am I about to see Clay and Opie walk in over there? Are you one of those bikers?” Sophia gestured toward the door and joked. She didn’t frequent this place much, he had that right, as the Tower Bar always had her favorite spicy margaritas. Sophia’s body twisted around to face Lucas once again when he began pointing out each tattoo that served as a platform for convincing. “So basically… you do a little bit of everything, huh?” She leaned forward and moved to grip his shirt to pull down then touch those butterflies, curious. “Do these mean anything?” She then moved her hand down and grabbed his hands, tapping his knuckles, brow ticked. “Badass.”
