Cold might be too harsh of a word, but the way Mr. Flowers looked at Mr. Levin was certainly not warmly. Her pretty lashes flickered between the two and she brought her hand up to take another drag on her jig. It was almost done. 

“You do?” She confirmed brightly, smiling and finding the right thing to say. “Mr. Levin makes the most beautiful jewelry I must say…” She brought her hand clutching the withering jig and painted harlot red finger nails up to showcase the diamond pendant resting just above her cleavage. “Don’t you agree Mr. Flowers?” Her grey blue eyes dared to look up at his for a moment longer before fluttering away demurely. 

A smile toyed in the corner of her red lips. 

“I think…” She snubbed out the remains of her own cigarette in the ash tray on the bar, and reached forward to take one of the offered specialty blends from Mr. Levin’s offered hand. “That Mr. Flowers only smokes cigars…” Harlot red nails pulled out single jig before fumbling for her purse. "But if you don't mind Mr. Levin I will happily take this opportunity..."  Half way through this act she recalled that she still didn’t have any matches nor a lighter. A look of despair moved over her classic features before she realized she was standing with two smokers. 

“Mr. Flowers?” She asked, showing the jig that needed to be lit. He nodded.

Grey eyes drifted up to Mr. Flowers as she placed the cigarette between her lips. 
 
Leaning in carefully (so that her head was bent to the light) she kept the jig in  place between her index and middle finger of her left hand while her right cupped the offered flame. Inhaling she looked up coyly through her lashes at Mr. Flowers.  Chasity felt a smile trying to work its way across her face before settling back and exhaling. 
 
“Very kind of you…” She murmured, her voice barely audible above the music.  Mr. Flowers wasn’t really the type to go to social shin digs, at least not the ones Chasity attended. Or more accurately, she rarely saw him at these events. He was a businessman like her brothers, and around their age as well, but she had never thought of him as stuffy or over showy like the Adler Boys could be. But he wasn’t someone she could be casually comfortable around like she was with Mr. Levin.
 
No… Chasity thought as she rested her hand against the bar top, her free one reaching for her drink. They were different kinds of men entirely. Pressing her red (harlot red) lips together so that they formed a perfect O she blew another cloud of smoke out before having a sip of her drink. 

“Mr. Levin, this is a nice blend… Were you only teasing when you said you’d give me the name of this batch?” Miss Adler noticed that Mr. Levin had switched over to a stronger drink. Odd. Perhaps he had gotten tired of the fruit? “Of course…”She lowered her voice conspiratorially “We can’t tell my brothers, but what they don’t know won’t kill them right?” That was probably not true. At all. But Chasity Smoking was probably the least of the Adler’s concerns. 

They were still at their own table arguing and drinking, a few ladies had joined them and Chasity thought it was likely they wouldn’t miss her for a while longer.