"I see nothing wrong with our dress code," Ksenia answered with a toss of her perfectly tosled blonde hair and a wink at a particularly attractive man whose eyes were stuck on the dangerously high slit of her red slik slip dress. Her thick Russian accent had heads turning as much as their overly sexy club dresses which were perfectly acceptable in any of the Russian clubs they had frequented. This did not bother the bold skater, who was already trying to steer her best friend to the bar when she was distracted by the show starting. And she was unsuccessful in moving her until the object of her crush was not on the stage.
"Vodka, now," she managed to demand of Nadya, tugging the younger girl towards the bar, where they were also sure to have a better view. And she was right. Generally Ksenia wasn't wrong about things like this. As she lost Nadya to Killa's voice for his first solo song, the blonde smiled fondly at her and leaned over the bar, the bartender's eyes soley on her. Keen hazel eyes looked up at the top shelf of vodka and pointed with an elegant, perfectly manicured finger at the slender bottle of expensive Stolichnaya Elit vodka.
"The Stolichnaya Elit. Triple on the rocks, garnished with a lemon." There was an arch of his eyebrow, but her strong accent clearly told him she knew what she was doing. Then she pointed to another bottle next to it. "She'll have the Jewel of Russia, mixed with cranbury, heavy on the vodka, light on the cranbury, splash of lime." Clearly the bartender was impressed and smirked at her as he went about to do as ordered. Hazel eyes went back to the show, enjoying the hip hop, which was actually one of her favorite types of music and the mixture of the Korean language was surprisingly entrancing to her.
Of course she teased Nadya between songs, but was completely distracted by the smooth sexy voice of the gorgeous friend of Killa's, the one Nadya told her was named Bryan. Not only was he sexy as hell, his voice did things to her she didn't think voice could do. She made a noise of appreciation that Nadya heard and gave her a knowing look. Ksenia shrugged her shoulders innocently at her and their drinks appeared. She paid in cash and tipped generously, ensuring that they would be taken care of for the rest of the night.
The striking pair enjoyed the rest of the show and she had to admit they were good. Not that she was entirely surprised. "Your boy has what they call, swag," she teased Nadya as they sipped their drinks. She continued to tease her until the two men appeared in front of them. She had been hoping Bryan would tag along. It was soon made quite clear that Nadya and Killa were not going to have any idea what to do without a push. As Nadya remembered to introduce her, Ksenia held her hand out to Killa first then Bryan. Without waiting for a cue, she turned to the bartender and smiled charmingly at him.
"Shots for everyone. Vodka for the ladies, the Stolichnaya Elit," she paused and glanced at Killa and Bryan. She had seen them drinking Hennesey earlier. "Hennesey for the gentlemen. Unless they think they can handle true Russian vodka." There was a sparkle of challenge in her hazel eyes as she turned to their new companions. As she caught Killa and Nadya just staring at each other smiling like nervous idiots, she looked at Bryan who was also smirking at them. They exchanged a look and she sighed.
"Make those doubles. And refills on our drinks, and whatever these two want." The blonde slipped the bartender more then enough cash and then some before turning back, the slit of her gown shifting dangerously, but she didn't even blink.
"Shots, then dancing." Those hazel eyes met Bryan's again. Oh he was even more attractive up close. The Russian leaned in, letting the scent of her perfume linger between them. Just because she wanted him didn't mean she would let him assume it was a done deal just because their friends were having a thing.
"You don't have to be the 'wingman,'" she purred. "I can take it from here."