[ From the gentleman at the bar. Pepper only barely keeps from snorting too visibly or audibly as she accepts the drink from the waitress. Is that how they're playing it tonight? Well, alright. She's game.
Her own gown is a sleek, stylish concoction of black with hints of gold that complement her hair, almost demure or at least safe if it weren't for the daring slit on the side of the skirt that reveals a length of pale skin with every step. Her legs were always her best assets, in her own opinion.
Taking a tiny sip of the newly acquired gin martini -- she prefers vodka martinis and she knows Tony knows that -- Pepper gives him a faintest knowing smile as their eyes meet across the room for a moment. But she does not take the bait when Tony turns his attention to the person he's chatting with, instead following suit and picking up her own conversations on the edge of the dance floor. Acting like she's untroubled and uncaring of the interruption where she's, in fact, extremely aware of him by the bar, anticipation making her stomach flip a little.
Some time later, she moves on, glancing Tony's way over the rim of the glass as she takes a sip-- and with another tiny smile curving at her lips, weaves her way deeper into the crowd. She's confident he'll follow her sooner or later. Until then, she can wait and mingle, enjoying this little game of cat and mouse, eager to see his next move. Will he give in, or up the stakes somehow? Though usually not the biggest fan of his unpredictability, tonight it is something of a thrill. ]
a string of pearls
Her own gown is a sleek, stylish concoction of black with hints of gold that complement her hair, almost demure or at least safe if it weren't for the daring slit on the side of the skirt that reveals a length of pale skin with every step. Her legs were always her best assets, in her own opinion.
Taking a tiny sip of the newly acquired gin martini -- she prefers vodka martinis and she knows Tony knows that -- Pepper gives him a faintest knowing smile as their eyes meet across the room for a moment. But she does not take the bait when Tony turns his attention to the person he's chatting with, instead following suit and picking up her own conversations on the edge of the dance floor. Acting like she's untroubled and uncaring of the interruption where she's, in fact, extremely aware of him by the bar, anticipation making her stomach flip a little.
Some time later, she moves on, glancing Tony's way over the rim of the glass as she takes a sip-- and with another tiny smile curving at her lips, weaves her way deeper into the crowd. She's confident he'll follow her sooner or later. Until then, she can wait and mingle, enjoying this little game of cat and mouse, eager to see his next move. Will he give in, or up the stakes somehow? Though usually not the biggest fan of his unpredictability, tonight it is something of a thrill. ]