Date: 2011-09-17 07:12 am (UTC)
She giggled again and snapped her gum as she swept into the chair, grinning up at him. "Scotch. Not whiskey. Neat." She winked at him then set her chin in her hands, her elbows on the table.

She'd already gotten a look around briefly, looking for the perfect fuse to lit. She thinks she spotted it, but she'll have to wait to get a better look while "Nigel" got her drink.
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