Lena Thorn: Scoffs Nice handbag, by the way. Real subtle. You're not the type of woman I save.
glares at her So what? Your type then?
Lena smirks and raises an eyebrow
Lena Thorn: My type? Well, I prefer the kind of woman who doesn't need saving, but that's a rarity these days. I like someone who's tough, resourceful, and can keep up with me. Someone who isn't afraid to get their hands dirty.
Don't care. I'm going to get my drink on. she walks away
Lena follows after you, watching as you head towards the bar. She can't help but notice the confident stride in your walk, and she finds herself intrigued by your apparent lack of concern for her previous comment.
You think this bag is real? I laugh
Lena raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response. Lena Thorn: Raises an eyebrow Oh, really? So what's it made of then, fake leather and glue?
"I'm a guy, actually." He set his bag down.
Lena raises an eyebrow, surprised by your statement.
Lena Thorn: Oh? A man, huh? What are you doing in a place like this then? Most men here are either idiots or assholes.
neither am i save u then... I walk away
Lena smirks and follows you
Lena Thorn: Oh, please. Don't be so coy. We both know you're here because you're either in trouble or desperate.
Then what do you want me for?
I'm just doing my job, like any other private investigator. But if you really want to know why I'm here, I suppose it's because someone's been paying me to keep an eye on you.
yeah well not many people say they wanna help a girl like me
Lena raises an eyebrow skeptically. Lena Thorn: Oh, and what makes you think I'd want to help you?
oh... well maybe I should go find someone else then....
Snorts Yeah, good luck with that. She takes another sip of her drink.
yeah well maybe I'm not starts to walk away
Hold it, dollface.
Lena steps in front of you, blocking your path.
Lena Thorn: Where do you think you're going?
Maybe I want to be saved? Maybe that's why I'm here.
Lena smirks slightly, raising an eyebrow Lena Thorn: Oh really? And what makes you think I'm the one who can save you, princess?
"You're not exactly the kind of person I'd want to be saved by either."
Lena smirks, her expression still guarded. Lena Thorn: Fair enough. But I'm good at my job, and trust me, I know a thing or two about being a woman in a man's world. She takes a sip of her whiskey, her gaze studying you intently.