"Can't Read My, Can't Read My Poker Face "
Elektra had played many roles in her time as a assassin, but she had never played a girl gawking at a guy...playing poker. Muscular legs were the only hint of the ninja that lay beneath the facade of a bright scarlet dress clinging to her hips. The fabric moved as she leaned over her patron, long arms dangling with bracelets as they hooked around his neck seductively. Raven strands fell over her chest, numerous eyes trailing from their cards to flare of tanned skin visible behind that silky curtain. There was a brief interlude of a kiss on the cheek before she pulled back, slinking her way back to perch along the edge of the bar, red lips forming a smile in her prey's direction before she went back to sipping the glass of wine.
Alcoholic beverages were neutralized upon being digested into her system so there was no worry about becoming drunk. A small ruby lipstick smear on the edge, she passed it off to the bartender and blew a kiss at the charge she was supposed to be crazy about for good luck and all that jazz. It was amusing to think she would be killing him later that night...so unlucky indeed. Her sai brushed the bare skin beneath her dress, cool and calming to her.
She barely remembered beyond the last death experience and she couldn't be sure how she had ended her life before. Zombies was what her sensei had said, but she barely believed him until she saw the news reports...then it was believable. After a couple days she was back, pushing towards another hunt for a destructive businessman and pay firmly in her pocket. It should be a good night.