She watched him for a moment before taking a seat in the chair. She waited for him to sit down and then waved over one of the waiters who she was familiar with - an NYU film school student named Aaron. She'd done some work for one of his film projects before, in her wilder, blonder days.

She ordered a gimlet, to be put on her tab, and instructed that Aaron put whatever her companion for the evening ordered on the tab as well.

And no, Aaron shouldn't alert the front desk to have a room ready for her. It wasn't that sort of visit, thank you very much.

She turned back to Tommy after he ordered and then said, "Then tell me, Tommy, what's my luck like?"