"Maybe next time you'll impress me enough to get the second one." She tilts the whiskey to her mouth, savoring the way the flavor burns down her throat. For just a second one single finger follows the shape of the number on his palm.

Lilith leans forward just enough that her lips meet his, just enough to leave him wanting more. It surprises her how long it's been since she got any and the kiss is only a frustrating reminder of this.

"Until next time, Mr. Spangler." She gets to her feet and with a swing of her hips is gone from the bathroom, leaving him alone with a half-finished bottle of Whiskey, a single number, and an un-capped pen.