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Bars were one of the places Mal loved to frequent - that and clubs. They usually had someone - sometimes multiple people - who wanted to have a fun night and a great time, both of which were his specialties. The clothes he wore as he walked in might have looked plain at first but it was eventually clear they were designer brands and thus expensive which made it clear their owner had plenty of money. He liked people knowing he was rich. He never cared if that was the only reason they wanted to get close to him - at least he didn't care if the sex was good. He sat down at the bar and noted the bartender, a cute woman he knew liked more than just her drinks dirty, was already pouring a few shots for him, remembering how he liked to start his night. He grabbed a glass and winked at her before downing it, flipping the glass upside down when he set it back on the bar. He took the napkin the bartender slipped him, noting it wasn't for wiping his mouth but rather had the hour her shift ended written on it. He grinned and slipped it into his pocket. Both of his kids were at individual sleepovers with friends which allowed him to be out late without worrying about them. Sometimes he thought all he did was worry about his kids. He didn't think he was a good father but he was all they had. At least compared to his own father, he must have looked like the best father ever. Not that his kids had ever met their grandfather - and he planned to keep it that way. He only worked for him to keep him away from his kids. His eyes fell on a woman at the bar, catching her eyes and giving a charming yet sly grin. He nodded his head at the shots, quietly offering for her to come join him. After all the more the merrier. It'd be awkward if she turned him down but he had a feeling she wouldn't. Free drinks were hard to turn down. That and he knew, and yes prided himself on this fact, that most people found him attractive. And if they recognized him due to his family's fame, they found the fame and the money quite attractive as well.

... I'm not perfect but I'll keep trying 'cause that's what i said i would do from the start ... mal Ophelia Courtney outfit 393 words Let me know if you need more. ❤

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[Ophelia Courtney]

To some degree, Ophelia was always working. No matter what she was doing, whether she had her mask on as Catalyst or a slinky red dress like she was wearing tonight at the bar, her goal was making connections and furthering her enterprises.
It was how the world worked, in her opinion. If you let your guard down, you'd get chewed up and spit out as nothing but a shell of your former self.

The Drunken Dog Bar was a good place to find people willing to do dirty work for cheap, with no questions asked. That was usually why she came here, but on occasion it was a good opportunity to just get a general feel of the pulse of the city. What was new, what was hip, what was happening. Maybe she'd find a new client, someone who wanted a little boost for an appropriate amount of compensation. Maybe she'd just find someone who would be willing to talk about dirty little secrets they shouldn’t with the right motivation, be that drinks, money, or sex.

Or maybe a Shaw walked through the door.

Ophelia noticed the moment he entered. She was enjoying her fruity mixed drink, a fine start to the evening, surveying the patrons, deciding if anyone was worth pursuing further, when he walked in the door. Ophelia tried to look like she didn't notice him, but right away she could tell at least two things about him. The first was that he wanted people to know he had money. And not just that he was well off and could pay his bills, no no. The way he was dressed screamed "Bought a yacht yesterday, felt cute, might sink it later and buy another."

Really, to Ophelia that seemed like a good way to get robbed. Well, at least to attract idiotic thieves who didn't do their research and didn't know Malcom Shaw's father ran a major crime syndicate, which was probably where all that money came from.

The second thing she noticed was that he was apparently a regular here. The waitress knew his order and had it ready for him. Ophelia had been here a few times before, but they'd never crossed paths.

Oh, he noticed her. She cocked an eyebrow at his wordless invitation, showing that she was interested. She didn't want to look too interested, though. She maintained eye contact, watching him, letting him know that she had seen him and wasn't ignoring him, while she took an extra minute or two to finish the drink she had. She wanted to play it coy, a little bit hard to get. Eventually, she set it down and made her way over to him. She slid onto the stool beside him, offering him a smirk of her own as she picked up one of the shots and held the amber liquid up to the light.

"What sort of drinks does money like yours buy in a place like this, darling?"

She slammed the shot and set it on the table between them. It was about what she expected, some of the best that the place had to offer. "Damn good ones, apparently. Although I'm not going to need to get drunk to enjoy the view." She looked him up and down, very clearly and obviously checking him out. Anyone attracted to men would be an idiot to not check him out if they had the opportunity.

"So why did lil' ol' me grab your attention?"

@mal