For three days now she had watched him, and there was no doubt in her mind that he was aware he was being watched. Yet she was very good at her job, and knew how to hide herself from the likes of him. He wouldn't know it was her until it was too late.
Her slender hand reaching inside the folds of her cloak, feeling the mini-bowcaster on her hip. How easy it would be, to let that arrow fly through the crowd and straight into his heart. Yet she had more than one reason to stay her hand.
The index finger of her left hand dipped into the glass of Corellian Wiskey that sat in front of her and she traced the rim of the glass with the now moist fingertip. She watched him another moment before flicking her finger dry and rising from her chair, taking the glass of liquor with her.
She came up beside his booth, pushing the shot glass of tequilla to the side with the glass of wiskey to bring the wiskey sitting in front of him "If memory serves me, you use to be a Wiskey man. Since when did you start drinking that poison, Blackblade?"