<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>OOC: If you wish to play in this topic with Nikita and me, please send me a PM first.</em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… dressed for a night of drinking and carousing ... black silk blouse open to my navel and no bra, leather mini with black sheer stockings with the garter tabs not quite showing, and 5" open toe sandals with ankle straps ... the 5th bar I enter seems promising …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/03/ab/b6/03abb671c1300efa63c8f83a1713a81c.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… make my way to the far end of the bar away from other patrons when the bartender comes my way, I smile slightly …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“A Gray Goose martini please, leave the Vermouth in Italy. Stirred not shaken please, I hate shards. And three very sharp bleu cheese olives, Rocquefort if you have it and take your time if you need to make them. Water back, also neat please. And a dinner menu, at your convenience. I'm in no rush.”</span></span>