Jackie climbed back over the bar when she was sure that Liam was following her and wasn’t just going to bolt in the opposite direction when she wasn’t looking. As freaked or off-put as he may have been of the place, she knew that some part of him was curious. Liam may have been something of a hermit, but he was clearly no stranger to testing limits or boundaries… even ones he’d set forth for himself. Jackie was thankful for that; otherwise, he probably wouldn’t have been as interesting to her.
She got out a beer for him and took off the top before sliding the bottle across the bar to him. “First one’s on the house,” she told him. A man sitting a few stools down looked over at that, giving Jackie a confused expression, as if asking where his free beer was. His attention could only be kept for so long before he had to look back at the naked women.
His question, or rather the tone behind it, caused Jackie’s brow to knit together in confusion. It took her a handful of seconds, but eventually, she understood what the implication was. “Do ya really mean to ask… do I like to watch? Are you trying to figure out if I’m a les?” She couldn’t help herself; she laughed, and eventually shook her head. “I’m straight, Liam. My big sis—who likes chicks, by the way—runs the place with another gal. I can pick up a few shifts here whenever I want without much trouble. Beats workin’ for some shithead boss I can’t stand.”
Her eyes flickered to the stage, and then back to Liam’s face, and she started smirking once again. “Did ya think I’d be up there when ya realized what this place was?”