With her midriff bared, Faye steps closer to Owen, keeping her lips carefully positioned by the side of his neck as she reaches for his hand, carefully dragging it around until it's splayed across the small of her back. She's careful to keep all of her movements instructive, leaving her as the one with every semblance of control. Just seems easier, she thinks, and there's a subtle hint of satisfaction that she gets from getting to boss Owen around, anyway.
"It's a woman. Alarmingly red hair; looks kinda like it came out of a box," Faye says, turning Owen slightly until she has him backed against a wall, mostly to give him the chance to look around while he's pinned. "Do you see her? I think she was occupying one of the back rooms, but I just saw the guy leave, so either she's cleaning up to leave, or she's waiting for someone else. I thought..." Faye trails a lacquered nail down the center of Owen's chest. "Maybe a handsome guy like you could be the bait."
She leans back, a little too much amusement in her eyes, in spite of the calm of her expression. "What do you think?"
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Date: 2013-10-13 07:29 pm (UTC)"It's a woman. Alarmingly red hair; looks kinda like it came out of a box," Faye says, turning Owen slightly until she has him backed against a wall, mostly to give him the chance to look around while he's pinned. "Do you see her? I think she was occupying one of the back rooms, but I just saw the guy leave, so either she's cleaning up to leave, or she's waiting for someone else. I thought..." Faye trails a lacquered nail down the center of Owen's chest. "Maybe a handsome guy like you could be the bait."
She leans back, a little too much amusement in her eyes, in spite of the calm of her expression. "What do you think?"