Re: Gotham: Clementine & Marina
Clem lit the joint, took a few tokes, then handed it on over after scooting her hip enough so that Marina could get at the wine glass. "Honey, I don't pickpocket. I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and I ain't ever stole a thing that wasn't on account of this damn hotel being real full of shit." A grin, because cursing came with the tokes and the wine, and she kicked her shoes off and watched as one rolled on beneath that couch. "Think they're hiring? I sing some. Can't say I want to be pawed for money, but I can serve drinks too. Maybe put in, invest, since I got the rocks." Being an entrepreneur, that sounded a whole lot better than getting her ass grabbed. She was real young for it, barely old enough to be drinking long, but that didn't matter when a girl had money.
Clem had never met a woman she really liked any. But she could respect someone that reminded her of herself some, even if she'd be wary as could be from dawn to dusk. But she slept with girls as often as boys, did Clem, and that made her more accommodating some to womenfolk in general.
And she was still real tired of men ignoring her when she wanted them noticing, even if it was a long old year in the past. She took the joint back, took a few more drags, and she finished off her wine glass before standing and pouring herself some more. Dancing. Hadn't Marina mentioned dancing?
Clem was all hips, slow and like Savannah sweet when she moved. She banged a knee against the couch, and she dropped down with giggles that came from not smoking weed since she was real young. "You're good to me, sugar."