Note- Again, I don't own these characters.

He flushed red upon hearing those words. What could
he say to that? What could anyone say to that?
Nothing was probably his best move. He just sat wide
eyed with a look of total shock and disbelief. He lifted
his half empty glass to his lips and slowly, a bit too
slowly, began drinking. With her middle finger placed
lightly against the bottom of the glass, Nanako gingerly
helped speed up the process.

After the drink had been finished, she decided it was
best to continue.

"I'm going to come right out and say it," she started
with a voice as smooth and silky as the underwear he
imagined she was wearing, "what you were playing
made me feel so much better, and I promised myself to
reward the musician. I decided that, if I could, I would
give you a hand job; after seeing you, you were
upgraded to a blow job; and now, after what you just
said, you're entitled to a quickie in a restroom stall."
Her face was unchanging; that smile still on her face.

Was she even embarrassed by this? Was it the drinks
talking? By the look of it, she had already finished two
and was well into her third. He started wishing he was
drinking something stronger himself.

"Now, you can take any of the prizes you wish right
now…or…there is another if you want to hear about it."

"What?" he asked in a whisper, still phased by her
straightforward manner and unchanging facial expression.

"You can tell me the long version of your story…" she
smoothly leaned in even further so that her lips were
almost touching his left ear and whispered,
"…over breakfast tomorrow."

With that, she stood up, finished her drink, put on her
jacket and coat, paid her tab, and said, "I'll leave you
alone with that drink to help make your decision."
Nanako Kuroi then walked out of the bar, slowly,
making every graceful step for his benefit.

He stared at the drink, swirled it in the glass, watched
the light and reflections of the people in the bar dance
on the reflective surface as if it were a magic eight ball
that would give him the answer he was looking for. He
lifted it to his lips and drank his answer all in one gulp.

If only that drink helped clarify things. He stood up, put
on his coat, picked up his case, and, after receiving a
knowing look from the barkeep, walked towards the
door after the green-eyed blonde.