miami bars | for dean

It was annoying. More than annoying it was frustrating to know that she had her mark, sitting across the bar from her, but unlike what she had guessed -- he was surrounded by what might have been mistaken for the defensive line of the Miami Dolphins. Tapping her fingernail to her teeth she exhaled slowly, knowing that she was going to have to recalculate her plan. Turning around on the bar stool she waved to the bartender ordering a second martini.

Stirring the drink with the olive that had been skewered by the pirate sword, rocking her foot a bit as her leg bounced over her knee. At least the drinks weren't watered down here. All she really wanted though was to just get the job done and get her money. Instead now she was stuck at a bar, knowing that she couldn't just walk past the mark on her way out. The way she was dressed she'd be noticed, and that would ruin their next run-in.

She'd just have to wait him out.