[This is where Jimmy's most in his element -- somewhere where illegal activity runs rampant, and nobody gives a damn enough to stop it. Sure, alcohol's against the law, but nobody in here seems to notice. Most of the city's politicians are up at the bar, too, or at least have a drink with them at their table. Even the sheriff is there, glass of champagne in his hand. And Jimmy, well, he's just bored, looking around for something better to do.
[She catches him looking and it makes a smile curve her red lips. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes fixed on him then takes a sip of her champagne. She tilts her head toward the empty seat next to her. It's as much of an invitation as he's going to get.]
[She let out a mock gasp.] Already trying to get me smashed and you don't even know my name. [She pretended to shame him.] I think I'll take another of these and keep my head just a little bit longer.
[There was a slight chance she'd heard his name around, maybe, but for the most part, he tried to keep out of the public eye. The guys he worked with, sure, they could be famous if they wanted to, but he didn't exactly see being talked about as a benefit.]
[In fact, he usually comes here for work, but she doesn't need to know the specifics quite yet. Let her think he spends a lot of time living it up and partying -- that's easier to explain than the alternative.]
I haven't seen you around, though, so you must not be a regular.
So you ended up in a place like this -- guess I can't fault it for bein' different, although you still get a hell of a lotta people going to church on Sunday.
Sure, I could be convinced to do that. First you gotta tell me some more about yourself, though -- drinkin' with strangers is never as much fun as drinkin' with someone you know.
That looks perfect. [ She glances at him over her shoulder, smiles
and starts walking toward the table, expecting that he's watching. That
would account for the extra sway to her hips.]
[Of course he's watching, following right behind her with a big grin on his face. When they reach the table, he pulls out the chair for her, ever the gentleman -- even if he had just been intently watching her hips sway.]
So. This is a lot better. Now you can tell me all your deep, dark secrets.
[She'd hate to put on a show without an audience. She inclines her head in
thanks when he pulls her chair out. She appreciates the gentleman aspect of
things, insists on it even. Jimmy is making points all the time.]
Of course. That's been my plan all along. Have I mentioned there's a cousin
or two buried in the backyard? [She laughs at that, unable to keep the act
up] Not really, but there are a couple of our family dogs back there.
Unless you killed the family dogs that're back there, I don't think that qualifies as a deep, dark secret. You're gonna have to try a little harder than that.
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Which is exactly when he spots her.]
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I'd offer to buy you a drink, but it looks like you've already got one.
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I like ya already. Ya gonna have another one of those, or ya want somethin' a little stronger?
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[A cheeky grin as he orders her another champagne.]
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[There was a slight chance she'd heard his name around, maybe, but for the most part, he tried to keep out of the public eye. The guys he worked with, sure, they could be famous if they wanted to, but he didn't exactly see being talked about as a benefit.]
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Pleasure's all mine, Jimmy. So you come here often?
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[In fact, he usually comes here for work, but she doesn't need to know the specifics quite yet. Let her think he spends a lot of time living it up and partying -- that's easier to explain than the alternative.]
I haven't seen you around, though, so you must not be a regular.
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Why don't we get a table that's a little more private and quiet then?
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[He's already standing up, looking around for a more secluded table. When he sees one, he points it out.]
That look okay?
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That looks perfect. [ She glances at him over her shoulder, smiles and starts walking toward the table, expecting that he's watching. That would account for the extra sway to her hips.]
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So. This is a lot better. Now you can tell me all your deep, dark secrets.
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[She'd hate to put on a show without an audience. She inclines her head in thanks when he pulls her chair out. She appreciates the gentleman aspect of things, insists on it even. Jimmy is making points all the time.]
Of course. That's been my plan all along. Have I mentioned there's a cousin or two buried in the backyard? [She laughs at that, unable to keep the act up] Not really, but there are a couple of our family dogs back there.
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[A cheeky grin.]
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