Ali.

1 = Ali.

Keeper move: Reveal off-screen badness.

What kind of badness? Mythic Roll (Descriptors): Naturally (71) + Horrible (46) Well that feels like trolling

Ali Knight downs her last shot. It wouldn't be her last, except that the bar is in fact closing. The tequila burns as it slides down her throat, but she welcomes the sensation. It helps numb everything else. Six months..."You done there, miss?" the bartender asks gruffly. Ali swallows, gives him an unfriendly wink, and slaps a $20 bill down on the counter. Shaking her head slightly to clear it, she steps away from the bar. She's swaying only slightly - she's always been good at holding her liquor. She's good enough to notice that the man who's been watching her the whole evening is still watching her, though he's gotten up from a table and is putting on his jacket. She saunters over to him.

"So, what's the deal?" she asks, shoving her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket.

He freezes. He's not a big man, average height maybe, lightly bearded, dark hair. He's got a decent button-down shirt and slacks on. Maybe a few years older than her, 30 at the most. He doesn't look like an assassin.

"You've been watchin' me since you came in, and you just sat at that table all alone for like...three hours. What gives? You with Vito?" If he is, she'd rather know sooner than later.

"Who?" His confusion seems genuine.

"Never mind. First question stands: what gives?"

He clears his throat. "I, uh...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare, or anything. Name's Rick." He holds his hand out awkwardly and, when she doesn't take it, puts it away even more awkwardly. "I...if you gotta know, I was stood up. Was supposed to be meeting this girl, Gemma, here. Second date, but...she never showed. I dunno why you'd say yes to the second date and then ghost me, but...oh well." He shrugs. "Happens, I guess. Anyway...like I say, didn't mean to stare. Guess I was just bored and lonely and...you're honestly pretty alluring. I like this grunge thing you got goin' on."

Ali smirks slightly, taken aback. Then her smile widens as she feels heat flare in her core. Uh-oh. Here we go again...but hell, what's the point of having this curse if I don't get some fun out of it? "Sorry you got stood up, Rick," she says with a sigh. "Gemma sounds like a bitch."

"Nah, she's all right. Guess it wasn't gonna work out."

"You fuck her yet?"

"Excuse me?!" the big man sputters, taken aback.

"After the first date? You dick her?"

"I...uh...no. Not that it's any of your business." He looks annoyed, and slightly embarrassed, now. "She's not that kinda girl."

"Pffft, that was probably your mistake. Lots more o' that kinda girl than you'd think, and you look like you might know what you're doin'. Let a girl get a taste of what you're workin' with...maybe she wouldn't run off on you. I mean..." Ali smirks at him, green eyes looking up at him under shaggy brown bangs. "I would've let you fuck me after the first date. And, hell, this could be a first date."