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[sealegs]

And this is why I don't like places that spend too much good coin on dazzle and flair. You've your tall buildings and tall champagne glasses and tall heels-- but not a damned brothel in sight?

It's a disappointment for us all. Can you imagine how repressed the men must be here? Oh, you poor things. There's a term for that, you know. And a cure if you know where to look.

[Isabela did, however, find the nearest trashy bar. So she's there and using her wiles to get free drinks because her coin doesn't get her anything at all.]

Say-- what is this thing anyhow?

[She addresses the bartender, tapping at the screen she's seen a few others burying their noses into.]

Thought if I talked at it long enough, it would, I don't know. Do a trick- vibrate. Anything but sit there and blink at me.

[A swig of her tankard of beer, and she accidentally slams it down on the device, shutting off the feed.]

[ooc | I don't know why I posted this now when I'm about to go to the gym. BRB.]

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[wetworking]

[A small, barely there smirk appears on Hazuki's lips.

She was usually considered too rude, too sullen, to get anything like a free drink.]

It seems your... manners are a bit better than mine.

I'll take that drink- I know the place.

[sealegs]

Show off the goods, and you might get a little something in return. Or maybe it's the daggers.

[Oh she is looking forward to this.]

[wetworking]

You're a bit softer than I am as well.

[In just the curve department, anyway- Hazuki knows physical fitness when she sees it.]

But the daggers would likely motivate a man.

[sealegs]

They're easy that way.

[She'll just be sitting at the bar, watching the burlesque dancers with a tankard of beer in her hands. Waiting. For youuuu.]

Small-minded creatures, the lot of them.

[wetworking]

[Hazuki doesn't bother replying on the device- it takes her twenty minutes to reply in person.

As she's sliding in to the seat next to Isabela, adjusting her fitted suit and the way her wooden blade hangs from her belt for comfort, leaning an arm on the bar to spare a glance where the other woman's eyes went to.]

Small-minded, it's true.

[sealegs]

[Isabela's eyes flick appreciatively up and down Hazuki. Non-too-subtly.]

Hey-

[She gestures toward the bartender]

A glass for my friend here. Make it good, would you?

[Her attention returns to Hazuki, eyes meeting eyes, now. She taps the screen of her device.]

Still don't get it, but I'm glad you're not some work of magic.

[wetworking]

[Hazuki, used to being the aggressor paired with a woman who was more naive, and... unfortunately usually painfully straight, finds this whole thing a bit... interesting.

And has already subtly done the same to Isabela. Curvy, like Yoko had bee-]

There's no such thing as magic.

[How cute. Magic. Though she supposed in this place, she would have to accept it if people said it did exist in their "worlds".

Illogical enough to make her head ache- which is why she actually attempts to smile at the bartender when he brings her that drink, but it looks more like a scowl when turned his way and not hers.]

[sealegs]

I wish that were true. Life would be so much easier without mages and templars getting their smalls in a twist. All that energy could be much better spent.

[She shakes her head, winks at the bartender before knocking back her tankard.]

[wetworking]

[Hazuki did not usually drink alcohol beyond washing her mouth out after kissing Genma- the bastard. Not for her own pleasure anyway- only when it benefited her socially. Or physically.

And this was a time for both.]

I assume you speak of your world, then.

Magic does not exist in my own- not as "true" magic.

[For what Contractors did could be called magic by the ignorant, she supposed.

Though she might not have looked capable, thin and sharp edged, where Isabela was curves and a wink, Hazuki mimicked the other woman in beginning to down her drink.]

[sealegs]

Well, I've never heard of false magic. Since we're here, maybe you could tell me a little about it.

[And then later, once they're done doing all that fun talking stuff, they could really get to know each other oho.]

[wetworking]

I could tell you many things.

[Hazuki did the dance around facts surrounding her world and herself as well as most Contractors did.

Licked her lips after that long go at her drink- but she wasn't looking at the drink. She had motives after all.]

You'll need to be more specific.

[sealegs]

[Isabela watches that tongue. She knows this game - and oh how she loves to play.]

Just what sort of magic can you work?

[wetworking]

[When Hazuki pursued someone like this, she did so with the physical in mind- and she did it bluntly, leaning closer to Isabela.]

The sort that makes women tremble and cry out.

[Anyone in the bar looking at Hazuki's face would never guess she was propositioning anything but perhaps an accounting ledger.]

[sealegs]

Mm.

[Isabela's expression darkens with lust, the corner of her lips tugging into a most devious smirk.]

Care to-- demonstrate?

[wetworking]

[Her last partner hadn't been nearly this interesting- satisfying enough, but not to her needs.

And Yoko had been so busy-

(Yoko).]

Unless you'd rather stay in this bar until someone better comes along.

[That same look in her own expression, just behind that straight face.]

Which they won't.

[sealegs]

There's nothing sexier than a woman with confidence.

[Ooooh she likes this-- whole stoic thing. She hears the stoic ones are the best in bed.]

Or a naked woman. Whichever.

[wetworking]

[Hazuki would content they are- she lacks little in the self confidence area.

All she does is drain her drink and shove it back rudely at the bartender, standing.]

Or both.

[sealegs]

[Isabela tosses the bartender another wink as she stands, too.]

I like the way you think.

[wetworking]

It's the most logical way, after all.

[Literally.

Hazuki isn't the chivalrous type- nor the romantic. More the action type.

Mentally going through her options- Residence A, B, or C. B would be best. She would care less if that one was compromised.

She just began walking away, yup.]

[sealegs]

[Ah, the walk back to a woman's place. Isabela knows it well.]

You like logic, do you?

now that I have sexier icons...

[wetworking]

Something like that.

[Hazuki prefers to do the following, not the leading- it's best to protect one's back, after all, but she knows this place well and despite her lack of emotional aptitude, she was skilled in reading when a woman was actually open to possibilities.

One had to perfect that skill, if you wanted to get anywhere in between jobs. She didn't exactly have the time to go about finding things out roundabout.]

What is it you like?

[Though beyond tonight, she likely wasn't interested, it was best to keep talking.]

[sealegs]

Ooh, I like a woman who gets straight to the point.

[She gives a hearty laugh.]

I like about just anything save for fists going in places they don't belong. Anything else- well, it would spoil the surprise to tell.

[wetworking]

[Hazuki really didn't like surprises.

But she also really didn't like waiting for someone else actually interested to come along. (Didn't feel like waiting to drown out the memories whispering for attention in the back of her head.)]

We'll see.

[And it's across the Underground, up the stairs, in to the building- before she suddenly stops and raps on a door before opening it, bowing in a gentlemanly fashion.]

Come in.

[sealegs]

Ooh, what impeccable manners.

[She does a sweeping bow in return before walking in. She doesn't often like to show her back to people, but that's what reflexes are for.]

[wetworking]

[Isabella's reflexes would have to warn her, because Hazuki reaches out, fingers grasping-

For her hair. Briefly runs her fingers through it, (thick- she likes the feel of it in her hands), before fingers move to shoulder, tighten, and tug.

Because Hazuki doesn't waste time, nor motion, and even as a hand behind her is locking the door, she's moving in for a kiss.]