There were a couple people in line in front of Rachel, which ticked her off, but she used the time to figure out how she would sink her claws - or rather, how she would get this guy to go out with her. She ran through a couple pick-up lines in her head. The standard ones, which she had used (with some success) in the past, seemed so corny now that she wanted to strangle herself. She thought up some good new ones, but took another glance at the guy and figured that he probably would take anything she said as irrelevant, unintelligent and disgusting. So, she decided to have a fantasy about the two of them banging each other instead.
When it was her turn at the counter, she slapped the bra and some money on the counter, and said: "You're hot. Want to meet later?"
The guy started a little bit, and Rachel realized that he probably didn't get many intelligent people in here. Then he cast an eye over her, and over the items on the counter. He nodded appreciatively at the large bra. Then he looked her in the eye.
"Yeah." he said. "I'll see you in half an hour; my shift is up soon."
"Meet you outside the store."
"Yeah."
Rachel picked up the bra and her change and strode out of Chain and Whip without looking back.