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, |
"Like I said, I can be flexible." Her grin hinted just a bit of naughtiness, though for her it was quite the restraint, as she flirted as well as she breathed, and often didn't mean much by it except friendliness. "But a lack of fights is definitely a good thing." Especially with alcohol and sex involved.
"I'd let you know pretty much as soon as possible," she offered. "That's always been my way, I might like spur of the moment things but not with my work."
She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, still relaxed but attentive. "Biggest strength, let's see," she mused for a second. "Hard worker, I suppose. I don't really know how to slack off or anything, and I don't like to complain. I learn quick and apply it to whatever I'm doing well." She worried her lip in an idle manner for a second and continued. "Weakness? Hm, well, I have a temper, but I'll be honest, it's never really interfered with work, and I know when to walk off and cool down."
"I would inform her politely that her attentions didn't seem wanted and if she continued in that vein, her violation of the rules posted around the club would get her kicked out and banned and possibly the authorities called on her, and it would be in her best interest to find someone more amenable to her advances." She always found it strange that in some situations, her vocabulary grew to what she'd read and studied, but her every day wasn't peppered with such language.