She pursed her lips, "Well that doesn't sound like much fun. Why would you want to work with a lot like that around?" Liliana hadn't heard where he worked but it certainly made her glad that she enjoyed her job, "I'm lucky. When I get a couple of whingers are work, I just increase their sentence." She winked, raising the glass again. It was strong, and certainly tasted like alcohol, but it certainly wasn't bad alcohol. She decided she liked it, even if it would probably land her in the wrong flat later.
"Well, Timothy described every brother but you and then told me to come back and tell him what I thought of you after we meet. He sounded far too amused," she shook her head, "And I'd heard you're quite the looker." Her lips twitched as she tried to hold back a smile, "And have quite a way with the ladies. But I'll have to warn you I know every bloody trick in the book." She laughed, she'd seen so many of the guys crash and burn when a pretty reporter came around, or they went out to a pub after practice. Her dad had tried to keep her distracted from those things, but Liliana was definitely a people-watcher.
Liliana laughed, "Of course I'll let you finish your drink, that'll only make it easier." She grinned, surprised that the alcohol was making her so bold.