The brunette watched as Spitz blew out a cloud of smoke, his head dropping down to lock eyes with her. She held his stare, challenging him to look away. Her light, friendly smile nearly grew when she heard his amused outburst.
"Hold up ma. You know what you're asking right now?"
Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't be fucking asking, Her thoughts rang out in her head and her smile grew slightly more malicious in nature. The rest of his words passed on as usual whenever she or Nik came across someone that could help Nik out with his business, and it all went almost routine. Until he stood up, snuffed out his cigar so close to her had she could feel the embers, and leaned down until his face was a more than intimate distance from hers. Her smile faltered and her expression took on that challenging look again.
The scent of the cigar overwhelmed her sense when he spoke, "Can't get myself into trouble with no fine ass female without knowing terms, names, locations, and prices."
Her eyebrows shot up and a signature amused smirk came onto her face at "fine ass female", and her mouth opened with a retort when his head whipped around and caused her to follow his eyes to the blonde hostess she had seen before. She watched a smirk crawl up onto Spitz's face and a dark hand was held up to her.
"Don't you go anywhere, beautiful."
And with that he was off, leaving Alex's murmured reply of, "You are just a champion with the ladies" in the dust and walking off to go aid his friend. Her eyes trailed him and she didn't bother trying to read their lips as they talked. She only responded when his head jerked in the universal sign for "Get yo' ass over here". Standing, she straightened out her jacket and walked towards the bar. Only when she got close did she manage to hear Spitz's unique voice over the din of the rest of the bar.
"Drinks for all the ladies at the bar on me. Any young, beautiful things needing some line of work in fashion, the editor of Du Jour is right here and waiting."
"On you, huh? Better hope non of us take advantage of that," Alex said in a suggestive tone as she spinned and leaned back against the bar next to Spitz, her soft chocolate hair falling in light waves down her back and barely touching the top of the bar.
She only stood straight to flag down the young blonde bartender for a moment, her desired drink flying out from her lips quickly, "Jameson on the rocks, please."
And with that she returned to her leaning position and looked up at the ceiling.
Welcome to one of the most commercial towns in New York, where nightlife thrives, dreams become reality, poverty dominates 70% of the residents, and the cycle never ends.