Spinning around the dance floor she made her way over to the bar once again, her wine glass clanking against the marbled top as she batted her eyelashes at the hired bartender for the night. Her cheeks flushed red from the affects of the wine. Olivia made sure her breasts were on display as she leaned against the counter. "Hey handsome, can I get another glass?" She offered him her dazzling smile that she had used so many times to lure in her next victim. He was handsome enough, with wavy hair and tanned skin, bright eyes that Olivia found alluring.
"Perhaps you've had enough for the night, ma'am?" He asked, a look of concern on his face. A pout would form on Olivia's lips and she huffed. "If you won't serve a drink, could you serve me yourself?" She eyed him up and down, taking in all of him.
"Well, it is about my break time..." He offered a charming smile as he handed the cloth he had been using to clean the glasses to the person coming to take over. "If I promise a dance, will you call it a night?" Anything to keep the hostess from making a fool of herself. Henry didn't normally step in and interject in people's lives like this. But there was just something about this woman before him that screamed at him and he couldn't ignore it.
"Deal, but don't call me ma'am. I'm not that much older than you." She pouted as he came around the bar and offered his hand.
"Ms. Olivia then." Olivia took his hand and led him to the dance floor, the current song was rather slow and sultry but that didn't stop her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and put herself flush against his body.
"Just Olivia will do, and what is your name, handsome?" She inhaled deeply enjoying the scent of his cologne, her index finger traced his chiseled jawline.
"Olivia." He beamed her a grin and lifted his hand, tucking a stay hair behind her ear. "The name's Henry."
"Mm, well. Henry, I do believe we will get along very nicely." (edited)