Oscar tried to sneak a peek at the target while maintaining his rhythm. He clicked his tongue a few times as he considered his options, before leaning in to tell Priam his thoughts.

"I feel like seduction is the obvious route, but I can't seduce women so it'll have to be you." Oscar had to stop to adjust his dance as the song changed, you would think it would be easier to remain inconspicuous in this kind of environment but Oscar was terrible at dancing sober. Unless he maintained concentration, he'd start to stick out. 

Oscar leaned back in when he was comfortable, "What I can do is be the gay best friend. I'll get a few drinks in her, talk about boys, eventually lean into the league and hopefully she'll spill. We can also try a combination of the two, whatever you think is best." 

Oscar continued his groove, secretly mentally preparing himself to socialize in case he had to 

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Alright, the plan was set. As Priam took the lead toward the target, Oscar focused his mind to get into character. It wasn't hard, he just had to visualize himself at 17. Back when he was full of vigor and hope. And waaay more flamboyant. He cracked his neck as they approached, following Priam's lead by sitting on the stool on her opposite side.

"He's right, men can be ravenous here if you're not careful. First mistake: you're adorable. Second mistake: you're drinking alone." Oscar's voice was notably different, embracing the his natural feminine drawl that he normally tried to hide. Oscar quickly waved down the bartender. "Three shots, tequila. Please." He looked back to the target, who seemed surprised by the sudden attention she was getting. Oscar gave her warm smile, "Ma'me if you wanted to drown in solitude you should have stayed home. Here you have fun. My name is Sammy and that's Lucas, for the next three to four hours we are you best friends."

The bartender poured three shots and placed them in front of each of them. Oscar grabbed his and pointed it at the target. He raised his eyebrows, "Don't leave me hanging girl, I don't have the upper arm strength." The woman looked reluctant, and for a second Oscar thought he fucked up. But then she smiled, picked up her shot and toasted with Oscar. "Eliza.," she noted before downing the shot. Oscar downed his own shot and laughed through the burn, "Eliza I don't me to brag, but you're about to have the time of your LIFE!"

They were in.


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Oscar looked past Eliza as Priam did his thing, giving him a thumbs up while she was distracted. It may have not worked but damn he did his best and that's what mattered. Oscar straightened up as she turned her attention back to him, leaning in as she spoke to about her troubles. Wearing a mask of concern, he began to prod. "I guessed as much. What is it, no wait don't tell me! Just stop me when I hit it. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Family? Pokemon? Work?" She played along, shaking her head to everything until he said work. She nodded to 'work', and Oscar gave her an exaggerated eye roll.

"I know your pain. I mean, I work in the Slateport market and you would not believe some of the assholes who harass me. It's so tiring." She chuckled, "I'm afraid my issues are a bit more complicated than that." Oscar gasped dramatically, "Oh is that so? Well feel free to vent, I'm all ears love. Wait! No, first another shot!" Oscar once again waved down the bartender, and before anyone could object he ordered more tequila.

When the shots came, Ezila downed hers without hesitation. Oscar leaned over so Priam could see, and dumped his shot on the floor before raising the empty glass to his lips. As Eliza set her shot down, so did Oscar. He faked recovering from the shot and grabbed Eliza's hand, "Oh my god, this song is one of my favorites. Let's dance, then we can vent." 

This was a ruse of course, he just wanted to give the shots time to really set in so she'll be inebriated enough to share everything. Oscar grabbed her by the wrist, and she happily jumped to her feet to follow him. Oscar waved for Priam to follow. He would need his dance skills to distract her from Oscar's bad dancing.

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Oscar tried not to focus too hard on Priam, as not to distract their increasingly aloof target, yet he did little to hide his legitimate concern. Poor kid had a big brain moment and downed the second shot without hesitation, of course he was gonna get sick. Poor little guy. They needed to wrap this up before Priam started blowing chunks on the dance floor.

Their target's drinks seemed to set in, as she seemed perfectly satisfied in their dancing. To her this was probably the highlight of her night, dancing the night away without a care. Oscar was almost jealous of her ignorant bliss. Almost. They danced for three songs before returning to the bar. Eliza stumbled as she sat, laughing all the while. Oscar looked over at Priam to give him a reassuring look. They were almost done.

The girl finally spoke, her words slurring, "I hearrrd somethin' 'bout connects earlierrr. Hook me up Sammy, work's a biiitch and the wolrd needs to know!" Oscar raised his eyebrows, "Oh yeah? Where do you work?" Eliza cackled and did her best to whisper (failomg miserably mind you), "The league." Oscar gasped, "No. Fuckimg. Way. What's so bad about the league? I hear they're great to work for." She shook her head, "Nope nope nope! Lemmie spillll the Tea!"

And then she said a lot, almost too much to be honest. Most of it was usual office drama, but there was something very interesting sprinkled in. Apparently the official she worked for was using some funds for personal use. That could prove useful.

Oscar thought that would be the juiciest bit, but perhaps in an effort to really get a reaction she dropped information no one was expecting...

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As Priam suggested providing Eliza help, she seemed more than willing in her current state. "Well like, sure why not! Lead the way, are they far?" Oscar smiled, she finally fucking played along. "Don't worry doll, they're actually here." They stood up, Oscar leading Eliza forward. The secretary hesitated, putting her purse in Priam's lap. "Hold that cutie, be riiiiiiight back!" With that she stumbled away with Oscar.

Oscar and Priam's contact was waiting near the back of the club, in a secluded booth near the bathroom. Oscar deposited Eliza there, and after she started drunkenly blabbing he left. His excuse being to use the bathroom. Instead though, he returned to Priam and sat down. "You did great, let's fuck off before she comes back. Oh--one thing though." Oscar reached over to the purse in Priam's lap and began rummaging through it.

Sure enough he found Eliza's wallet and pulled out her credit card. He waved over the bartender and handed him the card, "For our drinks." The bartender took the card and went off to process the payment. Oscar grabbed the purse and put it on the bar surface before standing up and offering Priam his shoulder for support, "Hey there bud let's get you home. You feeling alright? You kinda went hard back there." 

He really was a trooper, withstanding Eliza's rude dismissal and everything. He really earned today's reward, "We should do another mission soon, hopefully with a bit more action next time."

Oscar then attempted to get Priam out of the club as soon as possible. Attempted.

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