The woman’s skin was a little darker around her cheeks and neck as the night wore on.  An obvious red tinge played beneath while the amount of liquor continued to line up.  Yet were she drunk few would know it from the confidence she projected in her step and actions.  While many might succumb to bravado and a desire to entertain the most primal desires, she instead kept her head above the rising touch of the drink.  Yet he could see the dark pupils of her eyes had expanded despite the flashing lights of the club and her touches were more frequent.<br/><br/>Oddly though she did not remove her jacket as the night wore on.  Instead that leather cover was kept on her chest and arms.  Sometimes she would even slide gloves onto her knuckles to cover them depending on the crowd surrounding the club.  Even here she kept the articles covering her flesh as if worried the symbols might mean something to someone here.<br/><br/>“I dunno.  Sounds more like the man wants a smash and grab job.  Don’t seem much up for quiet.  Wonder if he wants to send a “don’t be fuck’n with my shit” message along with the recovery.”<br/>