Hotaru
Good thing the call is answered within moments, because everyone here is a delightfully large, sitting duck target for the darts clutched in her hand. The man that saunters up on long legs is familiar, enough that she can at least remember his name from their efforts at the Halenani. But names don't particularly matter in her current state; she's far more interested in his mouth, even if it's saying things she doesn't necessarily care to entertain.
"Do I look like a nice girl, handsome?" she purrs, grin sharp and heterochromatic eyes glinting in the enforced dusky half-light of the bar. As he points the dart at her she cocks a brow, teeth toying with her lip for a moment. "Maybe that was the intent. Shame, I don't fuck people who can't throw a dart straight." Spinning on her heel, she leads the way over to the lane, popping the cup down onto the small table there and plucking her own dart out of it to twirl between her fingertips.
Turning to look back at Locke over her shoulder, she taps the feathered end of the dart against her mouth, contemplative. Then her countenance darkens into a mischievous smirk. "A bet it is. Winner gets one command of the loser?" Mind already filled with a flurry of increasingly chaotic options. Hotaru extends her hand, wiggling her fingers enticingly to encourage him to shake on it. "First to two-hundred points?"
"Do I look like a nice girl, handsome?" she purrs, grin sharp and heterochromatic eyes glinting in the enforced dusky half-light of the bar. As he points the dart at her she cocks a brow, teeth toying with her lip for a moment. "Maybe that was the intent. Shame, I don't fuck people who can't throw a dart straight." Spinning on her heel, she leads the way over to the lane, popping the cup down onto the small table there and plucking her own dart out of it to twirl between her fingertips.
Turning to look back at Locke over her shoulder, she taps the feathered end of the dart against her mouth, contemplative. Then her countenance darkens into a mischievous smirk. "A bet it is. Winner gets one command of the loser?" Mind already filled with a flurry of increasingly chaotic options. Hotaru extends her hand, wiggling her fingers enticingly to encourage him to shake on it. "First to two-hundred points?"
She doesn't care about your words
or how you'll try and save her
or how you'll try and save her
