Maggie smiled again as Jacks stepped away from the bar. She was pretty sure he had not managed to get any service yet. And even more that she would be able to get something for them to drink really fast. Nodding at his choice of beverage, she let her smile grow a little when he said she looked nice. "Thanks! You don't look so bad yourself!", she replied before smiling to the bartender. "Hi, handsome. Whiskey and water for my friend, and a margarita for me. And don't disappear!"<br/><br/>After some flirting with the bartender, just enough to make her face remembered, she slipped back down and fixed her dress, keeping close to wait for the drinks. Her dark eyes kept a close look into Jacks' for a moment.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Yup, he's on something.</span></span>Shrugging her shoulders softly, Maggie decided she would have some fun with him anyway. If he didn't want anything next morning, it was fine. She wasn't in there for anything serious either.<br/><br/>Picking up the drinks, she finally moved closer to him again and handed him his drink, holding her own. "Cheers", she murmured before taking a sip. "Name's Margareth, handsome. I go by Maggie or Mags, but a guy like you can call me any way you choose and I'll come. What should I call you?" With a smile, she reached out with one hand and touched one of his arms, feeling it and looking up at him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Pretty tough guy under these boring clothes. Oh, my, I think I just hit the jackpot</span></span>, she thought to herself.