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Last year's Tallulah would be totally scandalized by this year's Tallulah, she thought, leaning against the bar as she waited for her drink. She winked to Nick as he raised his beer, and then turned away from him, resolving not to look back for at least the next five minutes. He would still be there and watching her later - that was part of the fun of this for him.

Last year's Tallulah, she thought, picking her mojito up off the bar, would not be caught dead wearing a bodycon dress. This year's Tallulah had owned up to the body that six years of superheroics earned her, and more than that, she'd finally learned how to walk in heels. (As a civilian, even, which was a very different prospect than walking in heels as a senshi.)

She hopped up onto a barstool, crossed her legs strategically at the knee, and scanned the bar. It was the usual crowd - but part of the game was putting out the bait and seeing who bit. Anyone had the potential to be interesting if they were feeling bold enough.

His wife looked divine, because of course she did; Tallulah was a bombshell, as far as Nick was concerned, and anyone who said otherwise was probably lobotomized. Because she looked divine, he wasn't surprised when she picked up a possible third barely five minutes after getting settled in. The guy looked confident, well-built, though his hair was white--a rare coloration, especially that shade of white. Anabel had white hair, but it was trauma white, not... so pure as this.

Nick sipped his beer and pillowed his hand on his chin. Part of the fun of this was the lead-up, and it was a pleasant torture to make himself wait while other people looked at Tallulah like something to be won.

Later he'd kick himself, but until then, ignorance would be bliss and he'd flirt until he was told to flirt no more. The woman was drop dead fabulous, and from her dress down to her toes she looked like the type to know just how good she looked and was owning it with pride. A dangerous type of woman.
His kind of woman.

"A bit- I enjoy having a good time. On or off stage doesn't matter to me. If the company is good, the place is good, can't complain." A sip of his beer, he took a seat next to her, smirking that casual Elzo smirk.

"You seem like you'd be good for something with a kick. Classic rock or a bit of pop. Or am I wrong? My only other guess would be indie." He motioned to himself. "Also feel free to try an peg what I'd preform. I will give you a hint though, it's probably not what you'd expect."

Keep the convo light with that hint of an undertone- just until he was sure he could get a little more overt- and little more of his usual 'advance tactics'.

Elzo tended to forget small 'pranks'. He also tended to forget that hey, ladies in make up and good outfits were still the same ladies you talked to on a regular basis. Nothing changed. Just that they wore make up.

He was a touch thick headed.

"No- I'd rather be a prince than a king. A king has to deal with all the legal matters you know, it's the princes that get to have all the fun." He reached out, hand brushing over her arm. A clear an intent as any. "Though I'm not a Prince fan. His stuff is good, by not my style. I'm more metal. KISS, ACDC- something hard and dirty. You know?" He was going for it. Touch, now talk.

She seemed interested, and he liked what he saw. God bless girls with great figures. "Adele is a soloist." He smiled at her, hand running back up her arm. "If you're wanting a duet it might-" He paused, his eyes had been traveling towards her rear of all places. He doubted it, but as he kept looking at her a** he got the distinct gut feeling he'd seen that particular shape and curve before. There was no way though. No way.
"-Ah, it might be better if we get a little practice in. See how well you can hit the high notes." It was now or never.

His hand slipped down below her waist and gave a gentle squeeze.

Something was very, very distinctly familiar.

Elzo did the game of one night stands, he flirted and played the game for years before he'd gotten out, and now, back in 'the game', he was falling into all his old ways. Those ways however did not often surprise him, but then they did? They did it intensely. It was very much karmic justice as reality came around.

"Fortune favors the bold." He had whispered in her ear just before she said his name. The name being know had a chill run down his spine. She knew him. She knew him for years and he'd hit on her and so he just froze, full deer in headlights, eyes on her a**.

"......" Slowly he let go of her butt and with a slow drink, downed the remaining contents of the alcohol he'd ordered.

"........... Jellybutt." He said it, and as soon as he did, he looked at her. "Oh my god."
"Oh my GOD."
"Are you going to hit me or do I get a pass on this one?"
"You look gorgeous by the way."

He felt very stupid, but in a tiny way very happy. He'd gotten to grab her butt after all.

Tallulah smiled. "Thank you," she said. "You get a pass." They'd always had this strange sort of tension, even as teenagers - maybe now it had coalesced into something that they could handle like adults. He didn't seem like he'd been put off by realizing they knew each other - and it wasn't like se'd been being dishonest.

She glanced towards Nick, flashing him a smile before going in to seal the deal. "That's my husband over there," she said to Elzo. "Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. We're looking for someone to join us for the evening."

She leaned in, rested a hand on Elzo's knee, and squeezed gently. "He likes to watch," she said gently. She'd used this line enough to know that there was no room in it for ambiguity.

Tallulah smirked. "Wait until you get to know him a little better," she said, giving Nick a slow wave before turning her attention fully to Elzo. "He'll make up the other two points." She certainly thought he was a catch - but she had a deal in front of her that was ninety percent sealed and she needed to make up the other ten percent. If there was any chance that Elzo was still going to chicken out, well, she was going to do something about that.

"I'm sure you can," she said, taking his hand in hers and moving it up to her hip. "So let's go collect Nick and get out of here?"

Seal the deal, she thought. Do something tantalizing.

She leaned forward onto her toes, took Elzo's jaw lightly in her fingers, and kissed him on the mouth. She pressed delicately against his lips, parting them with her tongue for a few tantalizing moments.

And then, pulling away, she asked, "Are you in?"