Justin had been flirting all evening, with her as well as the other customers.  That's just what a good bartender did, especially if he looked like Justin.  She was sure he made quite a bundle in tips from the women here.  THe older ones, who weren't busy fending off men.  But now he raised the level in response to her questions, the tone of his voice and the look in his eye telling Sophia she must have heard right about this fellow.<br/><br/>She leaned back now that he had gone to work on someone else's drink, but she kept her eyes on him.  Sipping idly at her drink she saw him turn his attention back to her with a teasing comment.  "I'd like to believe it," she told him, figuring she should make clear how she felt about it.  How did she feel about it?  She seemed to have answered her own question without knowing it.  The question was, was she going to do something about it.<br/><br/>Pulling her purse onto her lap, Sophia rummaged through it.  She had seized upon a way to move ahead with this, and was just drunk enough to go ahead and do it.  Shit, if Norman had wanted to fuck her she'd given him every chance.  He couldn't reall complain, and if she paid for it, it didn't mean a thing.<br/><br/>Sophia slipped the money for her drinks under the coaster, patting it and catching Justin's eye.  In addition she slipped another $200, and her business card.  Sophia Rothschild, Investment Consultant, complete with her mobile number.  She stood up before she said or did something else.  "Thank you for the wonderful evening," she told Justin, hopefully, and headed away from the bar.  A bit of dancing maybe, she'd see what came of this young man.