She felt him approach, and turned towards him easily enough, her gaze instantly calculating, though she learned quickly being defensive wasn't needed here. He meant her no harm. She smiled as another pitcher of beer was set before her, and reached over to grab him a mug. She set it down in front of him and poured herself another glass before she handed him the larger container of the stuff. She chuckled at the question and even after the sound died away a smirk remained on her attractive face. "How well can I play this? I'm alright." She looked up and patted the case and then glanced back towards her beer, lifting it and drawing in a healthy sip before setting the mug back down, pursing her upper lip and running her full lower one over it before she sighed.
"Gunnar?" She asked, glancing up at him and raising an eyebrow as she held out her hand and shook his. Her grip was firm and oddly enough, her palms were worn, evidence of a life not all that easy. Maybe that's why the money issue didn't bother her. She'd grown up poor...this was no different. "No, not too long. M'names Aeryn Flynn." She shifted the case in her lap and held it more towards her flat stomach, running her fingertips over the handle of the container of the beloved ale she liked so much to drink. He was right in assuming she wasn't stupid. She'd been drinking since she was a pup and this was absolutely nothing for her.
She sensed three things. His youth, his type, and his want for her. All three pleased her, and she was glad she hadn't gone off with someone else that night, especially with how interesting this one was. She'd been bullshitting of course when she'd said she was merely 'alright'. Her playing could wring any emotion out of anyone she wanted to wring it from. It never failed, and she was proud of the fact. She'd worked her whole life to get as good as she was, and it hadn't exactly been in vain. Ah, but she wasn't one for gloating, not tonight anyway.. besides, that mischievous smirk that had accompanied her humble statement earlier had been enough to tell Gunnar the truth.
She would've pointed out the fact that he didn't sound like he was from here, but neither did she so that was a moot point as usual. Her heritage was obvious enough. The dark hair. The impossibly green eyes. That deep rustic accent. Not to mention the currently hidden Irish temper...and the not so hidden ability to hold a more than inhuman amount of booze. She smirked and brought the thick rim of her mug to her full lips. "I'm from Utah." She smiled as she drank, and sat the glass down. She hoped he'd taken it as a joke, and not sarcasm. Sometimes her personality was rather grating...she knew it, but didn't care enough to change the fact. Usually she didn't go for guys, but this was was too attractive to ignore. And she liked his accent. It was odd to be on this end of the whole accent thing, since usually it was hers that got to people. She was tired of hearing newscaster-like speech here, and she'd been glad to come to Vegas and find so many from other places. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a few crumpled vouchers, all that she had left right then. She counted them with an almost lost look on her face before setting the right amount down and leaving what little was left for a tip. She had trouble with the money system here. She had trouble with money period. She damn sure couldn't go around pick pocketing anymore.