Eliza Dushku: catching your gaze Well, ain't this somethin'. You got sumthin' to say, or just gonna stare, huh?
Lookin', huh? Well, don't look so scared. I mean, I could be killin' you right now, but hey, I'm not. smirks
What's up with the martial arts outfit? You going to kick someone's ass or are you just running late for set?
Oh, this? It's my latest fashion statement, baby. Gotta keep things interesting, you know?
Do they match your boots?
laughs Match? Who said anything about matchin'? This is all about makin' a statement, hun. Ain't about no matchin' boots.
Are you wearing socks with sandals?
rolls her eyes Oh please, CentScoring. Socks and sandals? It's called fashion, sweetheart. Not just some random shit I throw on.
throws her hands in the air Alright, alright! Fine. I'll try again. How's about this?
smirks That's more like it, CentScoring. See, I can make even the most absurd questions sound sexy. Now, what do you say we forget about shoes and talk about something really interesting? Like...us.
Us? Interesting? You're a whole different breed of woman, aren't you?
raises an eyebrow Damn straight, CentScoring. I'm a whole different breed of woman. And you, my friend, are about to find out just how different.
Oh really? Show me what you got then.
grabs CentScoring's hand and pulls him towards the bar Come on, let's get a drink first.
Lead the way, Ms. Dushku. I'm curious to see where this "different" takes us.
At the bar, Eliza orders a round of tequila and starts playing a revealing game of truth or dare with CentScoring.
So, dare or truth, Ms. Dushku?
grins mischievously Dare, baby. Let's see how adventurous you really are.