Charlotte took the napkin, returning the smile as she dabbed at the bit of drink seeping into her clothes.
She recognized him, of course. The way she recognized anyone who was actually someone in this place. Marcel Gerard. Seemed like kind of a major player, in more ways than just the one. She'd never really acquired any real dirt on him. Either he lived squeaky clean or he was just really damn good at hiding his sins. Charlotte suspected it was the latter but as of yet, she couldn't prove it. There was just something about his smile... Something dangerous.
She loved it.
"Charlotte," She said, extending an impeccably manicured hand toward his. "Most people just call me Cece, though." So what if it was an alias? She preferred it.
"And you are?" Charlotte pretended, as if she didn't already know. As if she wasn't already considering the potential fallout of releasing a very interesting video she had of his therapist friend. If only he knew, he sure as Hell wouldn't be buying her drinks right now or smiling at her like that.