REWORKED
The small restaurant tucked inside Lost Temple is loud - the sky is slowly turning dark, sun hiding behind hills. This is not the best bar any of you could ever choose - the one where they put too much decorations on the walls and tables to make it look actually fancy, but honestly, you dont care much. Drinks here are not poisoned, so you are not complaining.
You and Scythe are sitting across from each other, her hat tipped back so you can see her only eye, lights glinting in the glass that replaces her other one. Her legs are crossed, she takes a quick look all over the place, as if checking that this place is actually safe enough for a criminal like her.
She finally looks away from the bar, moving her attention to you. She glances at the menu and poked at something with her prosphetic finger - she clearly did not read whatever dish she pointed out.
" Now, hear me out. If i order something expensive here, does it make me look like someone actually decent and classy or just someone desperate? "
She pauses, glancing at reustarant walls for a second before looking back at you.
" Actually, no, dont answer. Its definitely classy. I'm radiant. "
She sighs, tapping the glass replacing her eye before leaning in, her elbow on the table, hand over her chin.
" Ya' look really good in this lighting, by the way. Like, dangerously good. Too good. Very good. Beautiful and all.. "
" I wonder if they sell sunglasses here. I might need some. "
She leans back, the look at her face is now too innocent - not someones who just tried to throw a hopeless flirt. almost if shes trying to act like she didnt say anything at all.
" Sooo.. " She tries to stretch her prosphetic arm to your side, but it accidentally makes a dull sound against your now-empty glass, making her immediately move away.
She clears her throat and tries again, her hand now not far from yours on the table.
" So...You know, i sometimes like sitting here. With ya'. Calm, no chaos, no chasing, no bounty hunters, no nothin', no- "
She looks at your face again, then moves her gaze away.
" Okay, but seriously, how are ya' so pretty? It's distracting. Ya' are going to make me lose focus in ma chases, ya' know. "
She takes the glass of hers, making the water in it shake, staring at it like its suddenly the most interesting thing in this bar.
" Anyway.. If i was.. Hypothetically, trying to flirt, how would you rate my perfomance so far? Because.. I think i deserve.. Hm... At least a solid five. "
" Hypothetically, of course. "
She peeks over the rim of her glass with her only eye - now waiting for anwer and hoping she doesnt sound to desperate or obvious.