Bresthra watched Charmaine as the Halfling explained their last job. Rather amusing, if nothing else. While she'd never been much of a thief, it was only because... well, when Bresthra wanted something she either got it or forgot about it. Her desires usually dealt more with people than with things. But she'd come from a rather privileged life. There were not many she'd met that claimed to have a Goddess for a mother. Granted, Assirra had not been a Goddess when Bresthra had been born, but her Mother had been an avatar. It all came down to Bresthra already knew what the good life was like, and if she wanted to go back to being pampered, all she had to do was run back to Mith Rendan. But the idea of joining... of working alongside the Halflings... well that had real promise. If only because it sounded like she'd have a good time.
The drowess ordered another shot for herself then eyed Weston as he stripped out of a shirt. Even though he was a Halfling, and there were a lot of differences just about looks, Bresthra's curiosity was snagged. And because of that, her blood red eyes played over the exposed skin with interest. Her eyes only went to his when he spoke. Wouldn't do to be rude... Bresthra was almost sold on the idea, but what he said sealed the deal. If there were no permanent obligations, then she could make her way to Mith Rendan whenever she wanted... Bresthra liked to cater to her random urges to return to Fyresk.
Bresthra barely made note of the threat in Charmaine's voice. Not because she was doing so actively, but rather, Bresthra knew they'd have no problem trusting her. She wasn't much for gossip. That was more in her sister Sahvrea's purview. For Bresthra, a secret was fine... so long as it didn't involve things like relationships or affections. To Bresthra, those were things that were meant to be out in the open. She was jerked from her thoughts when Weston grabbed her leg. He'd been talking, though Bresthra had missed it. But the sudden warm contact on her thigh... well now, that was something she had not been expecting. Bresthra would've written it off that he was trying not to fall... but the way his hand lingered drew her sharp attention. The drowess was the master at artful touches and knew one when she saw it... and when she was on the receiving end. Such as now. Her smile turned sly as she eyed Weston. "No, no, you're fine. No need to slow down at all." Bresthra chuckled before ordering another for herself. The drow had a rather high tolerance considering she'd spent most of her younger years drinking and gambling. Hells, she was even willing to bet she could make a good bluff right now. If she had the money to gamble away anyways.
After taking the shot, no longer feeling the warmth of the drink as it simply added to the already pleasurable haze to her vision she leaned against the table. Her hand happened to find Weston's thigh as she managed to look rather thoughtful. "It is definitely something to consider..." Then her voice dropped low. "Why don't we try a job first... then we'll see if we... mesh well..." For the last of her words, she'd looked to Weston as her hand slid just a little higher.