Partying & Father Dearest

           Sana was the main event today. She was elegant & held a sense of grace about herself. No doubt intriguing many men within the room. She freshened a drink. It looked to be a tonic. A friend of her father' approached her. "You still look as if you are daring your father. How is that ?" Sana giggled giving a small smile. "Dad never understood me. Never made time."

             The man agreed all too quickly with her. Sana almost gagged in annoyance. Why was she always stuck with the easy targets ? "I agree. You're father was always too occupied." Sana noticed he had no drink. "Scotch ? Bourbon ?" She asked eyeing the array of food on the table beside her. He looked at her with a somewhat odd expression. What was it ? Impression ? Lust ? Adoration ? "Bourbon, of course. Scotch is for geezers."

                  Sana let out a laugh locking eyes with Dahyun across the room. Had to at least keep up the act that she was doing her best as retrieving his banking account & routing number. "You calling my father a geezer then ? He does enjoy a good ol' scotch."

                         It wasn't hard to notice. He never looked Sana in the eyes. Rather his eyes stayed glued to her chest. Ugh, the misogyny. She soon handed him a fresh bourbon. "You seem quite anxious, Miss Minatozaki. Anything I can assist you with ?" Sana gave a flirty look taking the bourbon from the man as her father approached. The man' shocked lustful look quickly shifting to one of secrecy. "Here father." Her father gladly taking the drink before making conversation with his friend.

                        She made another drink for him mixing what she had into it. Nothing too bad. Just something that will keep the man asleep for a few hours after he's drunken enough. One bourbon wasn't going to cut it. She gave him his drink before making herself scarce while she had time.

               She monitored the man all night. He sure was a heavyweight. He was now on his 12th bourbon & finally looking somewhat drunk. She sat next to him. Close enough, but not too close. "Enjoying your night ?" The drunk man taking noticing to the tone in her voice. "What bothers you ? You seem down." Sana sighed keeping up her facade. "You always lie to me. You promised you'd give me anything I asked for."

                  He was more than confused, but was willing to comply. No one wanted a crying Sana. "What is it you w-want ?" His confidence seemed to falter now that he was drunk. Yet, he wasn't refusing her at all. "Your banking account number will suffice." The man grinned like a little drunk child. "Ah, going to gift me early this year ?" Sana gave a grin, as well. "It's for my father. Said he wanted to check all of his bases."

            Sheepishly the man understood this was about business & not some mere fling with his friend' daughter. "Sana--", he had started when she planted a single finger upon his lips. "I know it is a bit much to ask for..." The man waved her off subtly writing the number down for her. "I hope that shall help."

      
                                        Soon after the man started looking very drowsy. Sana got her father' attention before excusing herself. She was satisfied to say the least. She already knew how much she wanted to take from his account. Good thing he won't remember a thing by morning.

Today was a great day. Was it not ?