Two Of Bastos [Samantha, Sumana]

'Safira' sank slowly into a makeshift seat, wondering how well Sam could handle herself whilst noting that she hadn't baulked at the idea of drinking straight from the bottle. Perhaps it was potential, or desperation, or indignation. Frankly, she could work with any of the three. There was the opportunity now for Sam to break free from her grasp without embarrassing herself, as 'Safira' settled into her perch.

"You were the one begging to get out of the bar. Or should I have taken you somewhere a little more intimate?"

She chuckled at that, not that the idea itself was amusing but perhaps just to lighten the awkwardness of it all. They could both be rough around the edges, it seemed.

"But you've been working for a long while now, haven't you? Even here, the most idyllic holiday destination on the planet, and you can't quite manage to clock out. That's a tough shake. So is it that terrible of me to try and show you that it doesn't always have to be that way?"

Still sharp as a tack it seemed, yet Sam’s little exposé didn’t seem to phase Safira all that much. It was certainly true that she was not the owner of that bar nor had she swept her away to a penthouse suite to sneak her way under that detective’s nose with a fine view and some finer perfume. But this was also where she felt more comfortable. A place where she knew every single eye was on her, because there was only one pair.

“If that’s your idea of a good holiday spot then you really are an old timer.”

Her head tilted away whilst being pulled in, feeding Sam a colder shoulder as she was ensnared. That comment about seeing the real her deflected by the absence of that gaze which had until now remained focused entirely upon the other woman. Still, she couldn’t help but tumble into Sam’s lap as the last little distance between them disintegrated.

“You’re still on the case, aren’t you? Working me like some crook with secrets to spill.” Though she was looking away, Safira did make it quite obvious that she was pouting. “But maybe I was a little too obvious, talked a pretty big game. I just work at a different bar, on the other side of the resort, and wanted a little escape. You can’t really blame a girl for that, can you?”

"Don't threaten me with a good time." She finally bit back, just a little, at that remark about being pressed to the ground, but it was also good to see just a little bit of self-loathing mixed into the honesty. That was reassuring. "But Safira is my real name, easier to pretend to be something I'm not than someone and you saw right through that. Now are you going to pluck me or should I be the one getting worried that you haven't let go of me?"

Though it wouldn't have been too much trouble to slip out of that grip if she wanted, even assuming that this cop was a little stronger than she looked, Safira continued to let herself remain at Sam's mercy. The onus remained entirely on Sam as to what she wanted to do, and it was only a matter of time before the liquor had washed away the awkwardness that this little inquisition had created. Sure, she was moving a little stiffer than before - like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar - but every failure was a new opportunity. The only question was how exactly it would be used.

"Besides, my little secret's out of the bag but I bet you have a few of your own. Could always break the ice that way, and who else could I really tell?"