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* she looks up at him through her whispy lashes for a moment before groaning loudly. *
‘ so, let's say. hypothetically. i may or may not have left that big fat thing on the vanity in my room. ’
* swiveling her foot, she gives him a little smile — trying to distract him. *
Guests like yourself keep the Baroness from falling to riffraff. We’re always eager to please.
[ As the elevator climbs, he looks down toward the shorter woman ]
Your key, Miss Ha? I’ll get the door for you.
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‘ ahh, well that's no fun! but, i guess ill start swinging around. it can't hurt to have some fun that 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 straining my eyes trying to stitch together stubborn fabrics. ’
"Do you really think it'd be a good idea for me to just give out my secret like that? Not gonna happen, Miss Ha.
You come around more often though? You might end up finding out on your own."
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‘ y'know, it's really an untapped market to do what you do. casino's are all around the state.. but 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 much more efficient, it seems. what's your secret? ’
Mechanical hand reaching up to give a pat right back to her shoulder.
"I think you'd enjoy people watching at the casino, then. The reactions that some idiots have after they lose their money? Priceless."
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* she grins, patting wraith's shoulder with a gloved hand. *
‘ well then, ill be looking forward to them! you cannot have a bar without a good daiquiri.. and, well, maybe watching people losing their minds too. ’
Head cocked to the side, watching her closely as she approached.
"Hell, if you're promising to pay well, I'll make sure it's the best damn one you've ever had in your life."
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* mina hums, grinning as she twists her parasol — tassels shaking around. she takes a step closer to the other woman, expensive perfume clouding the air. *
‘ how good are your daiquiris? if those are good, ill be your number one tipper. ’
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‘ yeah, well, what can i say? a girl's got class. ’
* she stuck her nose up, realized how silly she must have looked, and laughed. her weight shifted onto the doorman, her head resting on his arm. *
‘ oh jeez, what am i even saying? i bet you're sick of snobs like me. ’
A shame. Here I was thinking we finally surpassed “meh” in your eyes. Guess we’ll have to keep trying.
[ Despite her wobbling feet and unsteady gait, the Doorman holds firm. Each step towards the elevator clacks his polished shoe against floor tiles ]
Do watch your step.