Re: Pamela Isley + Harvey Dent
"One in the same...I like that," Pam murmured in reply, her lips stretching into a lazy grin. She reached a hand up, experimentally running her fingers down his arm. "You probably have tons of people to talk to tonight, but..." She knicked a cocktail napkin from a passing tray and pulling out a pen, scribbled down her number. She gave the paper a quick spritz of perfume and then pressed it to her lips, leaving a red stain below her phone number. "Something to remember me by--call me some time."
She winked, melting back into the crowd. Her heart was racing a mile a minute--how had she gotten away with that!? She was officially an evil genius.