Abby spoke to the man next to her, she couldn't quite remember his name. Bill? Bobby? Ah, she didn't care. It became quite apparent he wasn't the type for her. She needed powerful men, the kind who were well socialized. While the one she spoke to was married, he was broke and had nothing to offer.<br/><br/>When she noticed James, however, Abby unconsciously smiled. Interrupting the man before her with a had on his arm, she shook her head.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Go on home to your wife, you'll figure it out." May as well try to make sure she doesn't run into the same man twice. Her voice was soft and silky, with a hint of a promise of long and fun nights ahead. If she chose you, that is.<br/><br/>Stepping away from the bar for a moment, she sauntered over to where her next target sat. Abby couldn't remember seeing him before, which was good for her. Good looking too, which was always a bonus, now she just had to find out if she wanted him. She wasted no time, making the first move herself. Perhaps she had a more dominant personality, but she was growing slightly impatient with how her night was going. She ordered another drink, and made herself comfortable.<br/><br/>"Tell me you're not here waiting for anybody else." It was a playful flirt, but her eyes bore determination and control. With a grin, she leaned her cheek against her hand, and waited.