Two Of Bastos [Sam, Sumana]

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It had been... a couple days now¿ More or less since she'd completed her assignment. She had considered loitering just a little more but frankly, it was best to just get it over with. The information her contractor had been asking for, had hardly had the effect she imagined they had been hoping for. Some small part of her wondered about letting ignorance be bliss. But well, that didn't pay the bills. She had no idea what they would do. Whi knew, maybe they'd show up in a few days. But that wasn't her business anymore.

Well, at least there was still the resort.

Making her way to a bar she'd been tailing her target to, she made no attempt to hide the fatigue in her eyes as she made her way towards the counter itself. Her eyes focused ahead of her, she didn't pay much mind in the slightest to her surroundings as she ordered herself a Scotch. Seating herself on the nearest stool, she let a sigh slowly spill from her and couldn't help but smile a little to herself.

'Hey cmon, Chin up. We got paid right? Best we can hope for.'

She couldn't help but roll her eyes just a little before glancing down to her waist. Naturally, she couldn't go carrying Colt around in his usual form. So they'd found something a bit easier to manage. A small Conure that had died flying into their hotel window. The little guy was currently perched on her shoulder. Plenty of birds inhabited the resort, and with the denizens so focused on having a blast they were rather fearless too, flying right up to the tables or inside, even sometimes chirping for food, and often getting it. So long as Colt kept his mouth shut when someone was nearby, it worked out well enough.

"Sure. Vacation, right?" She smirked at the little bird before taking a drink.

She had been peripherally aware of the sensation that someone was watching her, but that wasn't irregular. what WAS a surprise was the soft venture provided by someone already so close to her. Turning her attention toward the speaker, she raised a brow slightly as the woman even went so far as to scoot a bit closer.

"Whreeee whrewe, krhrhrhrhrhrh," Colt promptly whistled and made a purring noise at the woman, innocuous as it were, but she still gave a little frown at the bird. "Behave Col. Sorry about him. And I just had a bit of a surprise phone call. The woes of work intruding on my vacation, sadly." She noted with a calm smile. No reason to really push the woman away.

Well, none she intended on entertaining . The woman was an arrancar, that was immediately apparent by her spiritual pressure. Not really irregular, she'd noticed quite a few around the resort. But what was surprising was the friendly air they were putting off. Interesting.

Sam raised a brow slightly as she noticed the woman moving a bit closer than she'd expected, but that hand that reached out slipped past her neck and to her opposite shoulder where Colt was perched, the little fucker promptly slipped into bird persona and chirped a few times, even giving another Mrowl at the woman as he leaned into the attention. "Well, he was pretty friendly when I found him. Though he was a bit chubbier too, eating junk off peoples tables." She glanced at Colt, whomst simply let out a Kra and wiggled his crest feathers.

Her attention shifted back to 'Safira'. "A necessary Evil, as much as I'd love to retire and stay at a place like this, gotta make sure I still have work when the vacay is over. Still, wasn't too bad. Just a little fire I had to put out is all." She noted with a wave of her hand, setting her glass to the side and promptly offering her hand to the other woman.

"Samantha, bye the way. You one of the locals?" She ventured, her expression relaxed and friendly as she gave the woman her undivided attention. She certainly seemed to be interested in making small talk.

Samantha canted her head ever so slightly as she watched 'Safira' scooting a bit closer and promptly take her hand in theirs, noting that the ever diminishing space between them was now all but taken up by the woman as they introduced themselves and outed themselves as the owner of the bar. A soft chuckle escaping her as the curve of her own lips tilted a bit crooked. Giving an appraising smirk to the woman as she gave that hand a gentle squeeze.

"And how often does that Line work?" She ventured. Making an educated guess given the scooting closer and the manner with which her had been taken alongside that playful smile. A little hint of teasing to her voice, leaving just enough room that she might just be making a little joke. But all the same, Colt promptly crossed Samantha's shoulders to walk down her arm and begin pixcking at the remains of Samantha's food while the two spoke.

"Pleasure to meet you Safira. To what do I owe the pleasure? I certainly hope I haven't done anything worth being kicked out over."

Samantha's brows raised ever so slightly as she was caught a bit off guard. And Colt whistled appreciatively as Samantha found herself somewhat trapped by the woman as they scooted closer, the sudden proximity causing Colt to fly off to the side and promptly start picking at some fries. On one hand, Kudos for him keeping up his act. On the other hand, they were still in his field of vision. Little Creep.

. Her attention snaring a little on a few details. Huh, this woman was pretty determined wasn't she? She smirked ever so slightly and let out a soft breath through her nostrils. "Hm, well I certainly don't want to get kicked out."' She hummed, adjusting her grip on the other woman's hand.

Strong. But nothing she couldn't handle. She was assessing the potential threat of the situation. It seemed mundane enough. But more than that she was curious about just what it was this woman was looking for. she was hardly here on a job worthy of investigation. Or did this woman perhaps know more about her than she was letting on? Some low profile ex cop was hardly worth investigating.

Then again. It was also entirely possible this was just some local looking to pick up some tourist.
Well, she hadn't been getting many jobs lately. And she was on vacation, not that her job here was concluded. Disappointing as it was.

"I suppose one more drink wouldn't hurt."