Boredom was beginning to claw at her when a new arrival came. Johnnie peered over her shoulder at the newcomer who held drinks in his hand. Situating himself beside her, he covered her shoulders and presented her a drink. With a seductive smile, the succubus accepted the drink and surreptitiously sniffed it for poison. When it came up clean, she guzzled half of it.<br/><br/>"Ever found anyone who could keep up with you, sweetheart?" He inquired, prior to swinging his head back and gulping all of it down. His arm slid down to her lower back and she positioned herself slightly closer to him before attempting to covertly tell Robert to gather his little pet up and get lost.<br/><br/>“It depends of what you are referring to.” She finally answered suggestively. Her lips curled and she planted her elbow on the table, resting her cheek on a cupped hand.<br/><br/>"Why don't you two take in the scenery elsewhere for a while," He then practically ordered. Swallowing the rest of her drink, Johnnie waved away the inquiring look Robert shot her and shooed him away with a flick of her wrist. Grabbing Sylvia’s wrist, he leaned down to her ear and whispered something before they both left. However, previous to leaving he shook Johnnie’s shoulder and leaned down, “If you need anything, just call.”<br/><br/>“Beat it, Robbie.” She replied, rolling her eyes at his concern. Meanwhile, her entertainer ordered for a bottle of the 1911 Grandes Marques which caused much interest from Johnnie.<br/><br/>“Ritzy.” She hummed under her breath. This man seemed familiar in some way. She’s never seen his face before, that she was sure of, but there was something about him that she couldn’t exactly pinpoint. It danced across her mind but whenever she almost had it, it twirled away. It didn’t help that she was undoubtedly intoxicated and that thinking caused a headache to form. Swallowing down nauseas, she concentrated on listening to him.<br/><br/>“-hard girl to find, Johnnie,” She caught. “But one worth doing so, from what I hear. What does it take to get to know you some?”<br/><br/>“Well, I do enjoy a good time.” Johnnie cooed, her finger tracing light circles on his hand. “I think you can provide that very well, though.”<br/><br/>He was an easy feed that was obvious. He was practically begging for it; a few good whispers and a stumble to somewhere private and her energy would be successfully restored. The Champagne finally arrived and she graciously accepted the glass with a coy smile.<br/><br/>“Try to taste this one on the way down, huh?”<br/><br/>“Well, of course, sir. I’m not one to waste a good drink.”<br/><br/>Johnnie enjoyed lavish things; she indulged herself in jewels and beautiful skirts and dresses most of the time. Expensive champagne, though, was something she preferred only on occasion; something about drinking it all the time ruined the taste for her. Smiling, she sipped at it when she paused at the next sentence.<br/><br/>"I have a proposal for you, Johnnie - care to guess what it is?"<br/><br/>“Possibly.” She said. “Would you care to tell me anyways?”