Diane had turned back around, no one in the bar catching her interest. She wasn’t sure if the man she was looking for would even be in tonight, but this was the first place she’d thought of when she’d arrived in town. Signaling the barman for another shot of whiskey – which, she had to admit was pretty damn good – she placed an elbow on the bar and let her hand run through her hair. What she really wanted –<br/><br/>Annoyed with herself she shook her head and straightened back up as her shot was placed in front of her. What she wanted was irrelevant. She knew she’d never be able to get that again.<br/><br/>"Nice bike you got out there."<br/><br/>The new voice made her twitch, energy sizzling through her as she turned to look at the man that had spoken to her. Her father's voice spoke up then, quiet and firm in the back of her mind.<em>Always be alert, darling. You never know what you’ll run into.</em>The guy ordered his drink and sat casually at the bar, as if his words had just been an off-hand remark. She knew better though and had had it ingrained in her to question everything.<br/><br/>“Thanks,” she sipped her drink before turning to face him a bit more fully. That was when she noticed his own helmet and her interest was piqued. She gave him a small smile and tilted her head to the door, once again letting some of her accent drip through. “What kind’ve you got?”<br/><br/>He wasn’t who she was looking for, his unblemished face told her that much, but it wouldn’t hurt to talk and get a feel for the place and hopefully the town and its people. The guy wasn’t bad looking either, a little older than her maybe, with dirty blonde hair falling into his face. He had a good build too, strong and built under his clothes. And hey, a little harmless flirting’d never hurt anyone, right?<br/><br/>She grimaced at that thought, her mind going back to a particularly nasty succubus she’d dealt with a couple years back. Another sip of her whiskey warmed her up a bit more and she let her muscles relax into a more casual, conversational pose. Nothing ever came from being closed off and quiet.