It's not charity, [ chuck soothes over quickly enough, not entirely thrown by his rejection, but not entirely where to go from here. she's not going to pick up the money again, because it's already been offered and is as good as his. so, casting around for an idea, she lands on the all too suggestive: ]
[Give him a minute and then he looks at her with his interest piqued. Four hundred is four hundred and he won't take pity money but he will work for it.]
[ okay, she's seen enough films and bullshitted her way through enough interactions to get through this. ]
I don't know how this really works, [ chuck admits, chin up defensively and jaw set. but she doesn't do inexperienced and embarrassed too well (especially when the inexperienced bit is true, honestly who sends a virgin to talk to a hooker?), and she plows on. ]
I don't know if I'm supposed to go back to your place or we're just supposed to get into my car, but I want you to come back to mine. [ which she thinks is supposed to be dangerous for people in his line of work; he doesn't know her, doesn't recognize her it looks like, and if he were smart, he wouldn't trust her. she's not going to fuck him, and she's not going to hurt him either, but if he were cautious he wouldn't put much stake in his personal safety when on her home turf. and she has a hotel room, one not shared with her dad. and she wants to get him there.
in case trying to entice him into her van (metaphorically speaking) doesn't throw up enough red flags to be worth an extra $200, she also throws in: ]
[She has his interest and that's bad. It's bad because he's not as stupid as he looks, he knows how to keep himself safe and he knows that there are some real freaks out there that want to do a lot of sick things. Going back to her place is fine but--]
[ chuck shuts up for a moment, sucking her teeth and giving him a sweeping, appraising once over; weighing the pros and cons of pushing her cause. he's taller than her, and bigger than her, and still built like he was cut from cloth that some adonis had wove himself, and she wonders if he can still do a grappling takedown — he looks like he can. she'd have a better chance at subduing him if both arms were tied up, but a better chance of getting him back to hers if not.
[That's the first sign, that she really has no idea what she's doing. At least, the first one that he picks up on because no one really ever asks him that. Raleigh looks at her curiously for a moment and then slides off the stool.]
I think you'll like it better if I don't drink anymore.
Do you have problems getting it up if you're too drunk?
[ which — okay, she kinda blurts out without really thinking about it, because does that really happen? wow being a man must suck they have to deal with penises. ]
[It really does happen. If she were a guy and she just wanted to fuck him-- then yeah, he could have another drink and it'd be fine. But this is his moment to shine, or something.
Raleigh laughs and doesn't answer, just leads her out of the bar.]
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You don't know what I'm paying you to do yet.
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Keep talking.
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I don't know how this really works, [ chuck admits, chin up defensively and jaw set. but she doesn't do inexperienced and embarrassed too well (especially when the inexperienced bit is true, honestly who sends a virgin to talk to a hooker?), and she plows on. ]
I don't know if I'm supposed to go back to your place or we're just supposed to get into my car, but I want you to come back to mine. [ which she thinks is supposed to be dangerous for people in his line of work; he doesn't know her, doesn't recognize her it looks like, and if he were smart, he wouldn't trust her. she's not going to fuck him, and she's not going to hurt him either, but if he were cautious he wouldn't put much stake in his personal safety when on her home turf. and she has a hotel room, one not shared with her dad. and she wants to get him there.
in case trying to entice him into her van (metaphorically speaking) doesn't throw up enough red flags to be worth an extra $200, she also throws in: ]
I want to tie you up.
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Not both arms.
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choices, choices. ]
That's fine. One arm, one leg?
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Five hundred then and you have yourself a deal.
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[ and, yeah, no how does this work? ]
Do you want to finish your drink first?
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I think you'll like it better if I don't drink anymore.
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[ which — okay, she kinda blurts out without really thinking about it, because does that really happen? wow being a man must suck they have to deal with penises. ]
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Raleigh laughs and doesn't answer, just leads her out of the bar.]
Where's your place?