Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Edy fuck you <3 As Bastien reached for the bottles the teenager cocked a brow. He'd already demonstrated his ability to juggle; this was how he was going to build suspense? Still, Edy liked the trick, and so despite the fact that her arms were crossed challengingly, she still watched with happy anticipation. As the bottles began to spin, Edy tilted her head. Yep. She'd definitely seen this routine befo— —oh. Sitting up straighter as he began to strip, Edy's eyes washed over the parts of him being revealed with unfettered interest. As he tossed his shirt off to the side completely, Edy clapped happily giving little to no fucks about the noise to the other patrons currently day-drinking. The cherry on top was of course the drink Bastien poured for her, which she accepted with salacious wink. "Oh? And here I thought you'd be the type to like a few eyes watching you." The teenager quipped back with a suggestive bob of her eyebrows. As he threw the challenge back to her, Edy grinned. There were multiple ways of building anticipation and suspense. After all, while Bastien had been juggling the suspense hadn't necessarily been one of a sexual nature. Truthfully Edy—and probably everyone else—was just waiting to see if the bartender would succeed or fail. "Cause I do." She concluded, downing the drink he'd poured and bobbing her eye brows. Spinning on the bar, Edy dropped onto the patron-side with a flourish. Keeping her eyes locked on Bastien's, Edy began to sing. She wasn't the best he'd probably ever heard, but far from the worst. Her voice had a strange smokey quality as if she'd spent a good many hours smoking cigars and letting the smoke build up on her vocal chords. The words were mostly sexualized nonsense but they had an odd flow to them that was rather appealing. Sensually slinking her way around the bar, Edy half strip-teased and half-lap danced for the patrons who had looked her way. Male or female, it didn't matter in the least to the Launceleyn girl, and yet even as her body moved and swayed and the buttons of her own chambray shirt were loosened, her eyes repeatedly flickered back to her coworker. Biting her lip and tossing her shirt aside (wearing only a black tank top now), Edy slowly made her way back to the bar, still half-humming and half-singing. Vaulting up onto it again, Edy dropped nimbly onto their side of the counter, smiling mischievously up at Bastien. He wanted suspense? She could give him suspense. Sashaying her way closer, Edy reached a hand up to try and trail her finger tips against Bastien's collar bones, slinking her way to try and stand in front of him. With her other hand she'd try to lightly cascade her fingers down his ribs, letting them fall until they reached the line of his pants only to slide towards the centre of his stomach. Though her hands were hiden by the bar, something in her wolfish gaze suggested that even if they weren't, she probably wouldn't care. Following the lines of his stomach Edy casually tried to dip her fingers below the line of his pants, eyebrows raised in a challenge.