Accept the drink.

From Create Your Own Story

You always had a thing for piercings anyway, especially the functional kind. Plus, it really is stuffy in this shitty bar, and you could use a stiff one. You lift the glass and tilt its contents into the back of your throat, welcoming the tickling burn spreading through your center. You exhale, satisfied, and feel a sudden presence behind you.

"Salaam, albi. May I take this seat?"

You're not sure if you're more startled by the suddenness of the woman's motion towards you or by the realization that she is indeed a woman. Her voice is a deep and rich baritone, resounding clearly even through the reverberating pulse of club music.

"Uh, sure." You're still on a job. You recover quickly, and your glossed-black lips smile innocently. "Rose. You are?"

"Null." She pronounces it like "Nude," fluidly taking a seat at your left hand. She then lifts the goggles from her eyes, revealing a pair of silvery eyes, possibly bionic. She notices you staring. "You like them, eh?"

Respond that you do like them, continuing to flirt with Null.

Change the subject quickly, trying to get information out of Null.