Re: Az, Open 9pm-ish
No, she was not trying to kill him. Where would the fun be in that? No, Az was more intent on making sure that his heart was kept in good working condition by repeated check-ups. Besides, while neither her ego nor her bra needed padded, she still loved the way he would look at her. It was really the mixture of lust and love she could always catch in his eyes that made every second primping, curling, dressing and doing her make-up.
Although, she did love it that he still looked at her that way when she was looking her worst, first thing in the morning.
The bruising from New Year's Eve was centered around her mid to lower back, easily covered up. Even with how little dress actually made up her outfit. That huge nearly pool-like bath in their room had certainly done wonders for any soreness, with hot water and scented oils. Of course, she had done her best to tempt him in with her.
While the bartender was currently nowhere in sight, Az was patient and was content to lean against the side of the bar. Sitting was just more effort than it was worth, at least in this dress. A wide smile grew on her face at the compliment he gave her, "I think that may be the third time so far." Knowing just how he would react, she purposefully looked him over slowly again, taking her time before reaching back up to his face. "And you look completely pounceable, you know boots always make me think of saving a horse."