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“The crassness, the way they feel like they’re owed something for trying, the assumption that you’re interested when they’re subpar at best; take your pick.” She answered with a smirk, even as a faint shrug lifted one shoulder. “I’m not saying you even meant it in that context, but the delivery was - something else.” Even with the glint of trouble hiding just behind her amber eyes, Gia continued the conversation. “I’m more of a cocktail girl, honeyed liquors at a push if we’re talking neat…Sweet and strong can be a potent mix.” Her eyes lingered a moment longer, wandering over the woman with lazy appreciation until the proposition was offered. Gia’s own expression relaxing into a smile, a comfortable one.
So she could also be kind of adorable - What a dangerous combination that was. “You’re cute, talk about driving a hard bargain.” She added with a playful lull, leaning in slightly before continuing. “But I certainly don’t mind a little trouble - And when I get you to smile, it’ll be genuine.” It was hardly integral anyway, yet she didn’t doubt it would be oh so rewarding to witness when not wrapped up in an ultimatum. “I’m sure we’ve both heard that bigoted expression enough in our lives, there’s no need unless it’s real…Besides, I’m owed a break regardless, and if it means the pleasure of your company, well..” She trailed off, fingertips sliding a honeyed whiskey off the shelf before she fluttered a few in mockery of a wave at her coworker. Met with nothing but a shit-eating grin, she assumed his agreement as she rounded the bar, head inclining to the pint of beer on the countertop. “It’s a no drinking on the shop floor kind of policy, so care to join me?”
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Cerberus wouldn’t assume the woman was interested but as she watched her move around behind the bar - her shoulder lifting for a moment, the fabric of her clothing adjusting as she did and falling in unison - she certainly wanted her to be. That want was what kept Cerberus’ gaze held when sweet lips spoke of honeyed liquor. “I wouldn’t assume I was owed anything for trying,” she responded the the woman’s initial words, her own gaze focused to indicate while she wasn’t owed anything she certainly was trying.
Cerberus leaned forward as well, less obviously, her posture in it’s precise position simply bringing her shoulders forward an inch or two. “I’ll try and keep it until you’ve found your way to it naturally then,” she responded, watching the bartender draw back and away, moving to grab what was needed from the shelf with a casual grasp and an amused farewell to her co-worker. Each movement seemed both purposeful in it’s design to seduce while entirely natural and relaxed, Cerberus was a little envious, not sure if she ever seemed natural or relaxed. It wasn’t like she was stiff but she moved as though she had a destination in mind, always.
Even slipping off her barstool Ceberus didn’t linger by it. Her hands picked up the beer as she slid down and immediately she stepped towards her now companion for the evening, dark navy heels stepping directly in front of one another carrying Cerberus to the woman so specifically that she she stopped she was only an inch or two away, holding her cool beer to her core, condensation staining her shirt. “I would love to join you,” Cerberus answered, her free hand, now that she could actually reach the woman brushing her hair over her shoulder with the backs of her fingers, prints on them lingering on her shoulder.








