She knew that, despite how it might ultimately end, this was going to be an evening to remember. Emma noted the subdued amusement portrayed in pursed lips and dark eyes, and she knew that the other woman knew that she wanted her.  Then again, if eyes alone could make love, Nayomi would already be face down and ass up, and gripping pillows.  The woman hooks her glass between two fingers, taking a sip from some dark liquor.  It might be a cocktail mixed, but the briefing suggested she drinks her whiskey straight.  "No, it's Miss... but by the end of the night, maybe I can change that.  Though no doubt you've heard the desperate pleas of suitors before?"  She flips the lighter back into her pocket, motioning to the cigar.  "No, just a habit we share in common."<br/><br/>She presents a cheek, watching the singer introduce herself and the band behind her.  She smiles, a rough tilted alley cat display of her teeth, at the choice.  Or perhaps the woman swaying in her seat across from her.  "Let me buy you a drink."  The offer breaks the silence between the two that lingered over a minute, "What would you like?"  The omnitool on her arm is exposed, low lighting setting so as not to disturb the other patrons, and makes a sizable tab payment to the bartender.  Looks like it's open bar with that kind've cash getting thrown around.  "You can have whatever you like.  Maybe you can return the favor for me later?"  This time, that flaunting roguish grin is directed at her date in brazen challenge.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>