<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 06:46 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Having dinner<br/><hr/><br/>Olivia watched Nikolas leave, raising her eyebrows briefly as he cast her a knowing wink in passing. The man had built up quite a bit of credit with Liv over the past two years and not<em>just</em>because he'd allowed her the occasional free meal when she didn't enjoy a steady income just yet. God, she'd really come a long way since leaving her home town, and that very realization made her all the more grateful about the circle of friends she'd gathered here in Vegas in so short a time. "I guess you could say that," she nodded in answer to Jason's question. "If Nikolas didn't approve of you I'd have been out of here already. Or rather, you would be; the man is surprisingly strong, you know, and very protective. Don't let his fatherly friendliness fool you!"<br/><br/>Finally she picked up the glass of ouzo, and in old Greek tradition murmured a cheeky<em>Yamas!</em>before downing it in one go. The searing liquid warmed her throat in a way that wasn't really favorable in a place like Vegas, but she definitely enjoyed the alcohol percentage in the drink. Not that she was an avid drinker, but the sweet buzz of alcohol had a way of taking away those final inhibitions before she'd venture into something daring, something not very thought out and probably really stupid, but that had thusfar led her to some of the best memories in her life.<br/><br/>His followup question incited a genuine feel of excitement though. "You can call it fate, I guess, or sheer luck. Charles happened to see the very design I'm currently painting onto his wall, hanging in the Thick as Thieves as a tattoo design. He's offered a pretty hefty sum," she added without shame; being modest about money was hardly an issue when the man you were dining with had arrived in a Lamborghini, right? "And so I'm on loan to the Black Dragon Casino for another two weeks." Liv shrugged, her eyes focusing on the way she rolled the glass between her fingers now that it was empty. "It's different, a bit weird to focus on one drawing for such an extended amount of time. It really helps that I like the design though...I mean, I've been thinking about..."<br/><br/>A thought occurred to her, and Liv's eyes shot up to Jason again. Immediately she sat up again, an impish gleam in her eyes as she reached her hand up, indicating the ink that marked her shoulder. "You've seen what I can do, right?" she said, which was, of course, not really a question. Liv traced the outline of the black hawk drawn upon her upper arm in an almost affectionate way. "I have another one of a black cat," she explained, "One of a mermaid too, though that's not really something I got to use much out here." She laughed breathlessly; there was a slight unease to focusing on her own abilities and yet she couldn't bring herself not to focus on the one thing that connected the two of them. "You know I couldn't explain how it works if I try. If I can draw it, I can become it, if only for a short while. If it's  drawn on my body I can retain the shape a lot longer, like... like it's a part of me. I've been considering adding a fourth tattoo for that reason, but I don't want it be just a bird, or a cat..." With a conspiring look in her eyes Olivia glanced up at Jason, her hand briefly clenching into a loose fist before she abruptly reached out, taking his hand with her own. "Something exciting."<br/><br/>A few seconds passed and Liv couldn't keep from lingering on the subtle physical connection, which she didn't really want to end just yet. "I uh..." she finally continued, her voice dwindling. Her thumb absently traced the side of Jason's hand. Was this too forward? It was probably too forward but she couldn't get herself to withdraw, either. "I have to confess that I'm increasingly curious about who you are, though. You're not like the people I'm used to running into around here. Is it just the lights, or is there more to it?"<br/>