Joker's Wild (Doku/Sumana)

None of these issues seemed to suggest that he was limited only to his bedroom, but rather that was his most comfortable space. With time, and training, anything might be possible. Why, she could almost smell the money on him. So Sumi only grew more relaxed as she realised that this was not a waste of her time, far from it in fact, and the pretty face was an added bonus.

"So if you had the layout of my bedroom, and got familiar with it, then we wouldn't have any problems at all, would we?"

A little tease, playfully on the nose now, as Sumi laid one card on the table quite plainly. The suggestion of something more was often the easiest way to wrap someone around your finger, and she was hardly an amateur seductress. This was her home turf, Doku simply had no idea exactly whose bed she was inviting him into. Taking another gentle sip of her drink, savouring his gaze until those eyes wandered away, she took hold of his phone and began flicking over to contacts.

"I'll queue us up a pair of Caipirinhas then, just to take advantage of your offer."

Offering Doku a distraction, she did make a few quick stops on the way to entering her digits. First hitting his recents, to see if anyone was calling or being called with an amount of regularity, and then over to his contacts list itself for a scroll through to see if anything interesting was to be found there - or if any parents or siblings were made obvious to her. He wasn't the only cat with fast hands, moving with a purpose, and she made sure not to venture too far lest he prove himself even more insightful, so soon enough the phone was sliding back in his direction with a new contact added, 'Sumi ;)'.

"As for powers, whilst they pale in comparison to your own, a girl has to have a few tricks up her sleeve to keep safe in a place like this."

Waiting until he had turned his focus back to her, Sumi paused to focus for a moment, emphasising the effort that it took, as she manifested a single poker chip in her hand. Dancing it across her fingers lazily, she smirked before flicking it upwards with a sudden burst of energy that propelled the poor chip like a missile to embed itself in the ceiling above. It was almost silent, so much so that the people milling around the bar paid no heed, and yet certainly seemed quite dangerous.

There was a certain look of lazy attentiveness that Sumi had long since mastered, casual and yet perfectly focused upon the drinks creation process watching Doku work. He had moved seamlessly with a drink of his choice, now with hers there was a touch of uncertainty masked by layers of experience. It certainly seemed like he was being genuine once more, and that was ever so sweet. Picking up the caipirinha and bringing it to her nose, she gave a single soft sniff before taking that initial sip and setting it back down.

"Not half bad, I'd say, and well-balanced for a rookie."

She jabbed playfully with her words, but they were soon followed by a polite little laugh just to ward away any potentially hurt feelings. He'd done a fine job, truth be told, and certainly well enough that he would have avoided the ire of the locals - if there were many of them to be found here. This was, after all, quite the isolated resort set apart from the rest of the world such that it was akin to a secluded paradise. Leaning in closer, she threw an all too purposeful glance downwards and let that grin turn impish once more.

"So that's a revolver, huh? I'll have to keep an eye out for it." Snickering, she picked up her drink and turned somewhat away from Doku. This had all gone on long enough now, for a first pass. If he wasn't going to fall into her lap then she wasn't going to risk overselling it. "You've got my number, Doku, so text me when you're looking for something else fun to do. I'm sure we can think of a thing or two."