<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/314ca8969ba919f05ef05eb73f8dd939/tumblr_mik2xzYK6L1r18ei8o2_250.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Antoinette Danescu<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Niko | Black<br/><hr/><br/>Antoinette was aware that Sebastian was looking her over and felt no offense by it.  In fact, she didn't care at all.  It would be very unbecoming to take offense at being looked over by a man when she was wearing such provocative clothing.  Though, she did meet his gaze with her own just to ensure he was aware she knew what he was doing.  A fleeting glance that would leave no impression other than indifference before she crouched to pick her bag back up and toss around her shoulder.  After it was across her shoulder and knowing of the potential danger to be soon, she extracted the .38 sidearm from her shoulder holster and checked the ammunition inside.<br/><br/>No sooner had she checked the ammunition, she caught the approaching figure of Niko in her peripheral vision.  At first, she believe the elven woman to be passing her but it was a false thought.  Instead, she stopped at her side and held out a leather bladder.  Her chin and gaze lifted to regard it and the woman's eyes skeptically.  It didn't help that Antoinette didn't understand Niko's native tongue yet, but that's no issue for her.  Body language wasn't something difficult to discern unless one is a sociopath, after all.  She lowered the sidearm to her side, held in hand with trigger finger resting horizontal across the barrel and not around the trigger and took a deep inhale of smoke and chemical fumes from the clove hanging from the corner of her lips.<br/><br/>She accepted the bladder, and opened the top with her teeth before taking a whiff on what was inside, provoking her to cough softly three times.  It was stronger than she was expecting.  She gave Niko one more glance before tilting her head back to pour the liquid into her mouth without touching the bladder with her lips.  Once a decent amount had been collected and her lips closed to swallow, her face twisted and tightened from the sour effect.  Antoinette temporarily lurched and lightly tapped her foot to the ground with a shaking of the head and a couch.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>"Jesus fuckin' Christ, this shit's sour,"</strong></span>she commented before offering it back to Niko.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>"Appreciate it but I'll be sober until we pass the bandits you spoke about."</strong></span>