Owen & Hostile Cooper
@drowenharper1 (semi-plotted starter)
He was alluringly different in the way most dangerous things were and it was his striking appearance that caught her gaze under the halos of the bar’s strobe lights. Chugging the rest of her expensive champagne, Cooper decides to descend upon him.
Cooper’s eyes flash with vibrant mirth like a night whose air is illuminated with twinkling yellow sparklers. “Did come here alone, mon?” She croons smoothly. She hadn’t directly noticed anyone in his vicinity after having spent several minutes studying her quarry.
She doesn’t even consider asking before she occupies the seat beside him. Powerful and rich crime bosses didn’t need permission to do anything. Did they? A grin, mischievous in nature slips across her deep cranberry shaded lips. Instinctively, she starts to encroach upon his personal space, leaning in closer than she probably ought. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Let me guess, you’re new to Miami.” She assess. It’s part of the cop instinct that remained long after the badge had been dishonored and discarded.