<div align="center"><em>Ethereal Rose</em></div><br/>And of course, given the reason for her visit is that invitation, the Dogs are apt to leave Rose alone, more or less, aren't they? Good boys! What's that? Marco's fallen down the we- err, he's just getting gussied up for the night? Well that sounded just fine, as long as he didn't mind slumming it a bit. Maybe Rose herself is a fair view, but she wasn't exactly dressed in the most flattering gowns these days. Or, uh, ever, pretty much. She'd even found the time to drop off that shiny new toy from Sundowner at her co-opted shelter along the way. Not the most secure place, maybe, but better than trying to keep track of it for the rest of the night at Marco's place. And she did plan on it being the rest of the night, all things going well.<br/><br/>See, the way things are starting to roll up, she's like to make some new friends and turn some current grouses more hostile. Shoring up the neutral ground to be more on her side than Thumbs' before then is just good planning. Guy in Marco's position, though, there's not so much she can offer him, really, except time. Among some other things.<br/><br/>Rose is a pretty good guest when her host's not a jackass, even more so when there's something to be gained by playing nice. She'd let Marco lead the conversation, take his drinks when offered, play her part in the banter as needed. Bide her time, like. When the time came, though, maybe a lull in the chatter or the end of a bottle, she'd make her small step.<br/><br/>"Gotta say, I'm a little surprised, Unc. You clean up damn fine. And I think that's not even the liquor talkin'. Prob'ly. Maybe." The redhead flashed him a smile, let it be just a little soft on the sides, just a hint that it's gone to her head a bit. Maybe it even had; so much the better. Whatever helps things stay smooth. "Y'know, I've got this thing going on tomorrow," she said. "Nothin' too major, not to worry about, like, but I could use a couple friendly faces at my back. The kind that wear guns." Real casual like. Don't get serious about it. Keep it light. "Was hopin' you might recommend a couple o' the pups to help me out for a few hours, just for a little show. Shouldn't even need to get rough if they're there to look like they'd be okay if it went that way, yeah? Little show of strength is all."<br/><br/>She was sitting on one of his larger chairs, big enough she could sprawl across it sideways, one leg up over the arm, other sorta left hanging down the front, her jacket fallen on the floor at some point along the way. She finished off what was left in her glass, avoiding the chipped side,<em>not</em>avoiding the condensation gathered up at the bottom; let it drip onto her chest, just enough to leave a few eye-drawing wet spots on the cotton. Not even enough to start going sheer. Just the implication, that's all it needed. Too much might look desperate.<br/><br/>She added, "If you have to sleep on it, I could stay over. You know, just to be sure I hear it first when you make up your mind. I've got the time to be available." Subtle by comparison to some, maybe, but that smirk's not subtle.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolling Hot (edit clarification: to seduce, obviously!) for a 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59150). In case the post was too oblique, she's asking Marco for some minor gang backup when she pays Thumbs a visit the next day. If Marco provides it, mark experience! If he doesn't...I guess nothing happens numbers-wise?<br/><br/>Oh, and marking a point for the Hot roll.</div></div>