[Oh, dear. That seem to have hit a nerve- and his wallet, from the looks of things. He was tempting fate there, admittedly, but now that she's thrown down her gauntlet so to speak he can hardly turn it down.
Part of him rather likes the idea of sending drink after gaudy drink, but the most pleasing outcome of that little trick- one blind-drunk employee ready to call first thing the next morning for some arbitrary little errand- seems an unlikely one, considering the woman he's dealing with. Chane is hardly the same sort of person as any of his old boys. While he doesn't doubt her loyalty, she doesn't have the same fierce respect that would hold her back from refusing a drink from him.
For now, he'll play it low key. Another note and a word with the bartender later and Chane finds herself with a little pink umbrella in her glass and another slip of paper: I can do this all night.]
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Part of him rather likes the idea of sending drink after gaudy drink, but the most pleasing outcome of that little trick- one blind-drunk employee ready to call first thing the next morning for some arbitrary little errand- seems an unlikely one, considering the woman he's dealing with. Chane is hardly the same sort of person as any of his old boys. While he doesn't doubt her loyalty, she doesn't have the same fierce respect that would hold her back from refusing a drink from him.
For now, he'll play it low key. Another note and a word with the bartender later and Chane finds herself with a little pink umbrella in her glass and another slip of paper: I can do this all night.]