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[silentlipsofsin]

Who: Morrigan Aensland and you
Where: The streets of Espoir / For now a strange tavern.
Style: It shouldn't matter. I'll follow you.
Warnings: Might get a bit sexual, only suggested. Not actually implied. Possible chances of violence.

Morrigan had been working for quite a while. Serving proud,sarcastic men pitchers of beer tired the run away a lot.

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[lethal_smile]

"I'd appreciate it."

The smile on the man's face in combination with his flashy suit would suggest that he was some sort of troublemaker, a gangster or a hitman perhaps? Out to have a drink before his next job. Though it was impossible to tell from his appearance what sort of work he did, it was clear that he was an intelligent man, capable of deceit.

"Do you have any single malt whiskey?"

[silentlipsofsin]

Morrigan smirked a bit and moved aside. She walked towards the nearest table and placed a chair down. Dusting a bit, she turned to him and winked a bit.

"But the finest in town. Though your gonna pay extra for it since no one else is here but me." Making her way towards the counter, she grabbed a glass and proceeded to filling it.

[lethal_smile]

"I am, am I?"

He laughed a bit and sat down in the chair.

"But I don't mind paying extra, if it's worth it."

[silentlipsofsin]

She grabbed a bottle, one that was a rather gray color, and pressed her lips on the cap. With a bite, the cap went flying off. Morrigan tipped the bottle and let the liquids pour onto the glass. Foam arose and slowly made its way out of the glass as she walked over and brought it to the stranger.

"Never seen you round these parts. With the fancy get up I assume you must be a stranger."

[lethal_smile]

He watched her press her lips to the cap and bite it off, intrigued by the sexual undertones of her actions. There was something lewd about the way the foam rose out of the glass.

"I've never seen anyone bite the cap off a bottle before. That's quite the talent. Do you do it often?"

He skirted around her previous statements. They were two strangers meeting in a bar, it didn't matter where he was from.

[silentlipsofsin]

As she licked her lips, she replied to him. She gently pushed her hair back.

"More often then I breathe, ya hear?"

[lethal_smile]

"Ah, but I very much doubt that. You wouldn't be alive if you didn't breathe more often."

He smiled at her and took a sip of his drink. It was a good whiskey. Certainly worth paying a bit more for.

[silentlipsofsin]

She smiled a bit and crossed her arms, standing near him. With a gentle coy glance, Morrigan repeated what she said earlier.

"So are you from here..?"

[lethal_smile]

"That depends on how you define the word "here". Within the next block? The next few miles? From the same city, state, nation?"

She really was a lovely young lady --intelligent and seductive to boot-- but no one was getting an answer from him that easily.

"At least I can assure you that I'm from the same planet."

[silentlipsofsin]

"Well, are you from this town...?" Even so, she was still determined to find out who this man was.

[lethal_smile]

"Not originally."

The answer was still terribly nonspecific. Of course he hadn't been born here, not that you could tell. There were so many different races native to the place. He was sure there were plenty of Asian-Americans.