Lola gave a soft yawn then huffed impatiently, her cherry red lipstick made any movement from her mouth much more noticeable. The frown she made was incredibly cute, even upset or irritated, Lola never lost that classic 50's beauty from her face. Her finely manicured nails tapped against her hip as she swayed them, adjusting her posture to better suit where she stood, though it only a constant repetition of her shifting her weight from hip to hip, back and forth. The Japanese man who sat at the bar caught her eye with his own, peeking from her, a bit of curiosity, and perhaps, mischief- What was his name again? Ichiro? She thought carefully, after all, she didn't want to mispronounce his name and offend him, especially on first impression. Rolling a shoulder casually, she strolled past the crowd, making her way to the bar. Even in her unnecessarily high heels, she stepped lightly on her toes.

[color=Purple]"Good evening, Ichiro. I hope you don't mind if I drink with you."[/color] 
Lola's smirk had a way of making a man's knees turn to jelly, so she might as well try it on Ichiro. [color=Purple]"I don't believe we've conversed before, but I've definitely noticed you in the halls. It's hard to miss someone as striking as you.[/color]
She leaned against the bar, purring into the ear of the bartender for a shot whiskey, which she swung back, swiping her tongue across her top lip.
She definitely earned herself a few glances from the other men around her.