Re: The Bar: Cat & Isaiah
It was possible his father had hid the woman's real name in his letters, and if Isaiah had wanted, had put effort into looking, he would have found it. But he was content to use the name his father had written out - Artemis - and know that it was a pseudonym.
"Hey, I'm just going on what I'm seeing now, and that's an empty bar. If you're telling me this place fills up, then you can forget about signs and advertising." One hand still holding the drink with no spills, no matter how much he gestured with it, the other held up, palm out toward her like he was trying to stave off any trouble there. His grin was wide though, bright in his face as he teased right back.
"Well the pretty lady might be able to convince me to stop by every now and then." His eyes shifted target for a moment, off of her and onto one of the many pieces of Cash paraphernalia on the walls, and when he looked back at her, his grin had gone knowing. "Only possibly?" Eyebrows quirked up along with the corner of his lips. He shook his head, the smile not fading. "Oh, have we reached the interview portion of the evening?" He leaned back just enough to take another drink from his glass, the condensation of it slick and cold in the whorls of his fingerprints.