[ He’s got her number quickly. A dare. she’ll be damned if she’s ever turned one of those down. ]
You’re on, cowboy.
[ She shifts her fingers over to reveal her real, and rejected, name. Oksana. ]
It’s not as nice as the one I wear now. My tastes run far more expensive than such a common commodity.
[ The comment might be a reference to the perfume sold in high-end stores in Europe, the brand name Villanelle scrawled across a fancy label in elegant curved script. The name she decided to steal for her own. Or maybe a comment that she’s evolved from the bedraggled girl living just outside Moscow. Someone different. Someone now worth a killing in encrypted currencies.
She extends her hand with a little flourish of her fingers. A self satisfied smile in place too. ]
no subject
You’re on, cowboy.
[ She shifts her fingers over to reveal her real, and rejected, name. Oksana. ]
It’s not as nice as the one I wear now. My tastes run far more expensive than such a common commodity.
[ The comment might be a reference to the perfume sold in high-end stores in Europe, the brand name Villanelle scrawled across a fancy label in elegant curved script. The name she decided to steal for her own. Or maybe a comment that she’s evolved from the bedraggled girl living just outside Moscow. Someone different. Someone now worth a killing in encrypted currencies.
She extends her hand with a little flourish of her fingers. A self satisfied smile in place too. ]
You can lay it in my palm.