On a 7-9, Darla might be inclined, but her friend shows up

When you STALK someone, on a hit, detail her name, age, hair color, outfit and attitude.
On a 7-9, you find her in a public place or there's trouble in your way.

"You ever tempted to say yes to one of those gals at The Crater?" you ask your stylist.

She has DARLA embroidered in script letters on her working vest. She's younger than you, maybe thirty, but still smiling, naturally good-humored, not beat down at all like some women doing her kind of job. She's got auburn-tinted hair with a little flip curl in front, some kind of fancy glitter job on her practically cut short fingernails, and just enough make-up to look like she put on her work face.

"With my man away?" she says. She looks to either side, seeing that you're still alone. She holds up thumb and finger close together. "I was this close, and then Lorelei got into an argument with some gothpunk dyke, and I had to step in." Darla shakes her head. "Go figure, next time they were sucking face in the corner, would you believe it?"

You laugh. "'Deed I do," you say. "Don't spread it round, but I've said yes a time or two."

"My my, missy," Darla says. "You like it?"

"I did," you say. "God loves love, and ladies and ladies are love."

But as soon as Darla opens her mouth to respond, the shop door opens with a jingle and a slam.

"Darla will you..." the new arrival asks.

"Lorelei, I'm with a CUSTOMER," Darla says.

"Can I borrow your car?" Lorelei asks. "I got a flat and Irene has my phone."

Darla sighs. "You still have Triple A?" she asks.

"I let it go," Lorelei says. She's a petite blonde with wide, intense eyes, dressed like a college kid but a little overage for the look.

Darla rolls her eyes. "Why did you give your girlfriend your phone?"

Lorelei says, "She had to talk to her ex about getting some stuff back, and she'd run out of minutes."

"You have a jack and a spare, Lorelei?" you ask. "I could change your tire."

Lorelei blinks her eyes. "Let me think about it," she says.

Darla laughs. "Well, your toes are dry now, Mary," she says. "You want to wait on your nails?"

"Just till I get your friend on her way," you say. "Can I come right back, and we'll keep talking, you know, right where we left off?" You stretch out the words, reminding Darla that you'd been talking about women loving up on each other.

Roll +HOT(+3) to entice Darla into staying around for more sexy talk.