<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Charm, fluster, plain old lift or a bit of force? The possibilities were out there...She walked out of the VIP section, back down the stairs - noticing how many more had come through those doors, watching, noticing movements. The same at the bar plus a few new ones. The pornstar was back with the dreadhead...a smirk coming to her lips. It was cute how he sent her to go fetch him a drink. She wondered how long that would last.<br/><br/>As she took those last few step down she saw her chance...the kitsune was leaning against the edge of the railing at the base of the stairs, his tail curled upward. It would be a simple lift...She acted as if she didn't even see him, an open palm she breathed across while still behind him, sending droplets of, well...rain...down on his bandana'ed head. Not much - just a few drops - enough to distract him into looking upward for the source of the water that hit his face as she looped a finger into the trigger area of the gun, smoothly pulling it upward, back and into the waist of her jeans, lowering the back of her  jacket over top of it. He reminded her of a little gangbanger...kinda amusing. This is what he had for the leader of his security hmmm?<br/><br/>She decided to play with him a little, turning on her heel and smiling playfully back at him for a few steps. The batting of long dark lashes helped as well before she turned and made her way back toward where she had been sitting at the bar. She leaned against the worn edge, arching her back slightly, in effect pushing her jean-clad bottom outward a bit as she hailed the bartender again. "Another Magners please?" She was back to business as usual.</span></span>