Evie laughed and downed another shot. "Eh, you wouldnt want someone like me. I'm gone all the time. Not real good relationship material," she replied with a shrug and another wink. She rolled her eyes and groaned at his question. It was far from a party, that was for sure. 

"Well, it's like this," she began taking another drag from her smoke. "We were sent to another country to rescue some rich brat that had been taken hostage. Some deal had gone bad or some shit and they took his son. So, we were sent there to get him out." Another drag, and the second shot was emptied. "So, some one finds out were there, all hell breaks loose." Evie exhaled heavily as shook her head. "It was a fuckin mess. Anyways, we got the brat back home safe and sound. And no I'm here," she looked up at Clay and smiled. "Talking to a handsome man and having a few drinks." 

She noticed that he had put his own smoke between his lips and leaned her way, indicating he wanted it lit. Chuckling, Evie grabbed her lighter from the bar and brought it to his smoke. It came to life with a soft 'flick' and his smoke was lit. "So Clay, how many ladies have you offered your room key to," she asked with a raised eyebrow.