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He gave no response to her own question allowing her to shift a slight smirk on her lips. No one liked the five words or less game. 

An eye brow raised slightly at his actions, relaxing after a second. Her own legs tuck under the chair as his foot brushes past. To many bad memories with flirting, any footsie she would rather not involve in. 
Though her expression stayed stoic, more strands of soft hair flayed black. A warning shot, he shouldn't tempt fate. As Jet knew she's a harsh mistress.

 As she stared at him her gaze would seem too bleed over. Letting her mind wander off while her body sits as if set in stone. Without noticing she had polished off the glass of vodka and slowly started tapping the glass with her finger. Making no audible noise more than a tap which compared to his drumming wouldn't be as noticeable. The drumming, it had quieted the voices that would had kept her seeking company.