"Mm-hmm," he responded with a nod. Mirza settled back against the counter again as she started working again on the groceries. "It's fun to go but you gotta be careful which clubs you go to. Places like mine are dangerous," perhaps not the best thing to say but he'd been working there for awhile and only been hit once.
Mirza had seen that kind of look before and he arched an eyebrow, meaning to ask but he'd answer her first. "Girls... are very lovely," he grinned, eying her with more of a lewd appreciation. He couldn't help himself. "I'll have whatever you're having, darling, as long as you tell me something about yourself now. What do you do for a living?" He had to know. Was she a dancer too? Hell, maybe he'd accidentally run into a talent scout. But Mirza was not really that lucky.