The manner in which she rolled her eyes, I admit, was truly vaguely amusing, my easy manner clearly difficult for her to deal with and yet really, I was hardly deterred. If I have up every time this happened I would hardly have managed to earn myself a reputation now would I? I suppose it can only be hoped she hasn't heard of it- then again, maybe it hardly matters either way, like I said, I'm not always looking to take someone home- sometimes, honestly, it's nice just to have the company- especially of a girl not nearly so...easy as so many of the others. What can I say? I like a challenge and really, intelligence in women is far to underrated, I vastly prefer the conversation of someone actually capable of carrying one out as opposed to repeatedly nodding their head and agreeing to everything I see. Don't get me wrong, there's a place for those girls and a time when something so easy truly is an entirely fulfilling. Tonight however, that's really not my goal. Tonight I figure Kat could use the break from my attention to go jogging or...weight lifting or god knows what other form of exercise she has managed to dream up- none of them, of which I might add, are in any way appealing despite her determination to show me otherwise. I'm hardly unfit- I just prefer far more enjoyable methods of working up a sweat. One eye lifted beneath the lens of my glasses at the woman's sudden comment. Hmmm, I hadn't really picked her for a lesbian, they tended to have a slightly different style of dress, let alone haircut and yet I suppose I can humour her, chuckling softly beneath my breath as I finished the last of my drink.

"Well, fancy that, so do I- something we have in common."

I hardly believed her and yet if she wanted to play that line I suppose I hardly cared either, let her as far as I'm concerned although really she is entirely to...pretty to be utterly convincing of that statement. One long leg moved to easily fold over the other, my back leaning casually against the wall as if sitting atop the bar was entirely accepted within such a place, ignoring the looks of several other patrons before the hazel-eyed beauty seemed to express a clear disgust for cars, her words a willing tease. I think I may have managed a slight grin once more at her choice of words, arms moving to fold behind my head with callous ease.

"Vehicles, to be precise, why have one when I can have several to obsess over? One of my favourites however, recently met with a rather untimely end. It was decidedly tragic. Although I never will understand why women remain so entirely unimpressed by cars, please by all means, feel free to inform me what it is about them that so seems to dissuade you as a species."

The blue gold of my gaze shifted beneath the lens of the ray bans and towards the one expectantly, clearly expecting her to off some kind of answer as to why women never really seemed to appreciate cars nearly as much as men. That's not to say all women were afflicted by such a thing, every now and then one came along that truly appreciated a...good piece of equipment. Of course, I am talking entirely about the car, what else would I mean? Her request to wave her down another drink was met easily enough, one hand lifting easily, those faint tendrils of my own power extending towards the barman now. Sure, it was cheating, but considering he isn't a woman I don't consider it an illegal manner of achieving attention- not really. He was quick to respond, nearly as quick as I was to pull the power away, having already learned the hard way that too much of my....ability tended to make men a little...to affectionate for my liking. The women- well, I can't complain entirely too much about that now can I? I am very pretty after all. The barman moved to readily slide the drink in my direction, the cold glass easily caught between my fingers before I moved to offer it to the ravishing blonde beside me. What? I can still appreciate the view now can't I? Waiting for her to take her glass before returning my attentions to my own refilled drink. It's a rarity, truly for me to have two and yet I suppose I'm feeling a little reckless tonight. I hardly get drunk easily, more so alcohol and my condition make for a rather...interesting mix, I also enjoy remembering what I did during the night and more than a few drinks tends to blur that recollection far more then I find acceptable.

One hand lifted to run fingers loosely through the dark gold of my hair, pushing aside a few strands that fell immediately back against my eyes all the same, tangling with lashes I had actually always thought were just a tad girlie and yet I am entirely sure doing something about them is far more girlie then simply accepting it- such is my logic, attention returned to my companion once more, entirely assured I may well have just caught her staring, another chuckle humming softly within my throat before I leant back once more, the woman's fingers caressing her glass with a casual ease that made me half inclined to wonder just how smooth her skin might truly be. Hmm.

"I suppose that's an acceptable reason to drink, although I might be willing to help you make your night a little more tolerable- if you're brave enough."

I grinned easily once more, one eye lifting all the same in daring tease before moving to reach inside my jacket, producing the deck of cars I tended to carry about- after being banned from no less than 8 casinos in several different states I have finally resolved myself to the fact they do not seem to enjoy people with an ability to count particularly well. It's hardly my fault I'm inclined to...tip the odds a little in my favour and really, intelligence is not always the gift it appears to be. I moved to shuffle the cards easily, folding them about with practised ease before spreading four out onto the bare between us, flipping them very to show the lovely woman the three numbered cards and the single ace of hearts that sat amongst them, flipping them over once more before easily twisting them within my fingers, mixing them about atop the counter before realigning them once more.

"If you can pick the ace- you get to decide what we do next. If you can't- I get to choose what we do, deal?"

I gestured loosely to the cards before her once more, it was entirely a trick, a slight of hand game, the ace removed for the cards. So shoot me, I'm hedging my bets, making it impossible for her to actually win, but really, what would be entirely so bad about letting me show her exactly what this city has to offer now, hmm? She could do far worse and really, how many men is she going to reach that have quite so much charming confidence about them? I'm also very nice to look at.



k o h l
so you want to play with magic?