Local Dive Bar

[Jasper]

He snorts out a laugh and nods, "Minding your own business is good at times, yeah. Keeping your head low..." he says with a smile.

He nods with a grin and a salute of his own shot glass. "Yeah, same. What's the point of it all if you can't have a good time? 'specially with friends? They make things all the better, right?" he asks after downing the shot.

"I can be pretty smooth when I want to be..." He leaves the rest unsaid but he mentally adds that he could also be pretty rough when needed. It brings his own mischievous smile to his lips that matches hers as he nods. "Fair's fair," he says, grabbing a napkin of his own to scratch out his number before holding it out towards her. He takes her number napkin and folds it over before slipping it carefully into his wallet.

He nods. "Dogs do tend to be really good judges of character, yeah. They are amazing companions, great conversationalists.." he says with a smile. "We got..." He pauses for a moment, turning his head to the side before starting again. "I got a new puppy not long after I moved here. He's the cutest little fella and super smart."

"What 'bout you? Tell me something interesting 'bout you.."

[Alessandra]

There was a sly shrug, “Keeping your head low is a good way to survive. Worlds a dangerous place.” And she was a dangerous woman. But not tonight, well, not too much.

“Exactly! People need to learn to let lose.” Herself included. Hence why she was out tonight and agreed to a date with this guy.

The napkin was accepted and placed in the pocket of her leather jacket hanging off the seat, “You best not forget to give me a call.” A hint of something dangerous, yet playful in her voice and eyes. But more playful. Would he call? She didn’t know, she wasn’t too worried.

“Great conversationalists?” asks the Savage taking a drink, “Can’t say I’ve had a conversation with any, so I’ll have to take your word on that.” On some level, her and Cain understood each other, very primal, but it was there. “But I do agree about them being amazing companions, their loyalty is unlike any other.” Cain being her prime example. Dark eyes light up briefly, “Oh puppies are the best. Always happy to see you and so much fun to have around.” She thinks she had one as a kid, but memories that far back got foggy after a while.

“About me? Hmmm.” There was a pause as she takes another drink, “Lets see,” she didn’t consider herself too interesting, “Oh! I got one. For a hobby, I pin butterflies, been doing it for quite a few years now and find it relaxing.” Was that morbid? She didn’t think so, and didn’t care. It was either that or talk about how cleaning her guns calmed her nerves. Butterflies was easier.