Bartending and me? [ cordelia raises her brows. she honestly hadn't thought of any job opportunities during her time spent in marina. most of it had been spent brooding. ] I can barely file - Just ask Angel. You don't know what you'd be signing yourself up for - and it's a big, fat disaster.
[ she doesn't mean it to be offensive; it's just that eric should know cordelia's skillsets really only sit within answering phones, bossing people around, and having visions. ]