"So, listen, first off, I'd like to apologize for that line I pulled on you. I'm usually better than that. Other than that, I'm here to offer you a side on the winning team. You probably know about what's going down Friday, so I won't waste time on that. Personally, I think you should come. There'll be champaigne, french food, and the beginning of a glorious new age where we live like royalty. I'm talking so-rich-I-can-afford-to-blow-my-nose-with-100-dollar-bills kind of money. This isn't any fly-by-night scheme either, I've done my homework." Oni noticed Flame smile, presumably at something Haze had thought.
"Okay, seriously, quit that." Oni was getting slightly annoyed.
"Why? Does it bother you...?" Haze crooned, so cooly that Oni couldn't help but be impressed.
"Why don't you pluck the answer out of my head yourself, you little brunette beastie? Listen, you don't have to give me a definite yes-or-no answer tonight, but there'll be a chair with your name on it come Friday Night."
Oni secretly hoped she wouldn't pluck his thought from his head, he had some doozies at the moment.