Genie de la Lune (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfinboots) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Not a problem," she said, crossing her legs in the seat she'd taken at his invitation. She handed it over to him; they'd had a few nice-weight papers left from the last stuff they'd used for tags for the soaps and stuff they'd sold at a fair. "It's pretty much all Muggle establishments, but I don't foresee that being a problem, honestly." She might as well be upfront with that, but she was also truthful; a club was a club and a restaurant was a restaurant, no matter where you were, in her opinion.
"I'm twenty-two, I'm new to London, but I've worked bars, restaurants and pubs pretty much since they'd allow me to work in them," she told him. Allowing and legal weren't always quite the same thing, given that she'd been just fifteen when she'd gotten stuck in the Muggle world after her attack, and she and Devon had started taking whatever jobs they'd been able to get. For him, it hadn't been nearly so much of a problem as her. "I've worked the bar, which is just like an awesomely fun form for brewing, which is one of my favorite things in the world," she said with another quick grin.
She listened when he spoke, head tilted slightly. Her eyes flicked to his leg and back to his face. Given that he seemed to have come back from such a loss, the wolf assessed him as strong in the back of her mind, instead of prey like it might have some. "You're doing very well," she said. "I was here last week, it was completely awesome." She tucked a stray curl back behind her ear, and reminded herself not to try to flirt with the cute redhead Weasley. "I'm all for teamwork and such. The only thing I usually ask is my family and I, we go on a camping trip every few weeks, something we've done since the war," okay, so it was the family she'd made for herself since the war, but it was true, to her, "and I like to take that time off, if it falls during the hours I'd usually work." Like, have to, whatever worked. She'd hopefully get at least six months out of this job before some wizard or witch, probably him, connected her camping trips with the full moon.