Garrison's gaze was unwavering as the girl walked up to him. He didn't hide his clear leering stare as his green eyes flicked up and down. He took a seat at the stool and cocked his head as she spoke. His face was blank— something he had mastered over the years of negotiating. This by all means was just another negotiation in his eyes. One person would win, the other loose. He extinguished the cigar as she mentioned it and took a sip of his scotch. Not saying a word for a moment, letting an awkward silence settle briefly before breaking it.<br/><br/>"Is that how you ask for a drink? By making a passive suggestion and complimenting my taste." He took another sip of his drink before placing the glass down. "I don't buy drinks for women that ask for them." He took another sip of his drink as his eyes narrowed— this girl had to be desperate or a whore and he couldn't place which one she was. He stood up, placing his drink down.<br/><br/>His free hand trailed up the back of her thigh and pushed itself up her dress, giving him an ample taste of her derriere. "Is this want you wanted?" He pulled her closer so he could feel her breath against him. "If it isn't then simply don't waste my time Frauline. I'd rather not waste my time, because after all my time is valuable."