<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br/><em>“Appletini”</em><br/><br/>Jackie had moved to the bar, hoping that she would catch the cunt there. She was still nursing her Manhattan when she heard the order. Her eyes flicked to the blonde and then down to the picture. It was close enough and that was this slag drink of choice. She watched as her mark retreated with a drink and took a seat. Tilting back her head Jackie-D sucked down the rest of her own beverage.<br/><br/>Showtime.<br/><br/>The bartender gave her a grin as she grimaced when she ordered a Porn Star. Looking at the sugary disaster that passed off as alcohol she frowned. The things she did for a gig. With drink in hand she began her drunken totter over to the target.<br/><br/>The plan was this. She would act like a stupid spoiled whore herself, pretend she was a touch drunk , knock into the targets table, spill both their drinks and then offer to buy her a new one. She would then spike said drink and whisk the heiress away from her entourage.<br/><br/>Except she was on her own. Jackie paused and looked at the picture one final time. It was her, a dead ringer. Shaking off the doubt she shoved the picture back into her purse, refusing to look at it any more that evening. Doubt had no place in this.<br/><br/>The drunken act always started with a giggle, then a sultry tilt to her hips and weave to her walk. She wanted it to be charming, not overt, so she left out the slurred speech loss of bodily control. After all no one wanted to be in the company of a completely sauced git.<br/><br/>With that in mind she giggled as she made her way over to the table, flirting and mingling on the way. For all appearances she just another patron, enjoying the evening. She stopped and let a well-built farm boy grind on her, and then shared a joke with a group of girls at his expense before she finally escaped the crowd and tripped herself right onto Jasmine’s table. Purposely she knocked her own drink right into Jasmine’s and sending both green and purple liquids over the surface.<br/><br/>“Oh my god,” she cried out “I am so sorry.” Immediately she looked for napkins and began to mop off the table.