Although most of the time Layla drank the feigned whiskey the girls where supposed to every now and again she indulged in the real thing. Given the chance Layla could drink just about any man under the table. Although as Lola had expressed to her one evening that wasn't something to exactly be proud of. Well Layla thought, she had a lot of skills that weren't exactly something to be proud of but they had sure saved her skin more than once when she was younger.<br/><br/>She sipped appreciatively at the whiskey, because Lola sure did have the best stuff in town, her attention was focused completely on Jackson and upon hearing the barely veiled lascivious requests in his voice she widened her smile and conveyed in body language alone her enthusiastic acceptance of his salacious proposal.<br/><br/>Layla could feel the withering stare of Abby on her but with practiced nonchalance she kept kept her sights firmly set on her objective, Jackson.<br/><br/>She leaned in towards him and allowed a delicately gloved hand to fall to his knee. "If you like darlin' I'll go up stairs right now and draw you that nice hot bath you've been longing for?" She allowed her mouth to wrap around the word longing inbueing it with as much meaning as possible. She didn't bother to conceal her lust anymore as her satin fingers slowly and tantalising moved further up his leg. "And sugar," she crooned directing her words at both Jackson and Abby. "I'll give you the best shave you've ever had so that you won't go anywhere else after me."<br/><br/>And with a meaningful wink Layla downed the last of her whiskey and slid with all the grace of a dancer out of the booth and headed directly upstairs.