"Doin' pretty good, actually?" Mojo answered uncertainly, grinning at herself before she took a drink. "I mean, I'm a janitor which is just balls on toast, but it pays for the drinks when I want to do this kind of thing," she elaborated, raising her bottle of wine in unspoken offer, "And it gives me time to hang out with people, get in non-jury-requiring trouble, all that fun shit." The court antics had definitely been a downer, but overall this place was still just so welcome of a switch-up for Mojo.
"And if you're ever not cooking, you should totally read some Bukowski," she went on insistently. "He's crass and rude and cynical but he's just got this really blunt, honest sort of beauty in his writing? He owned his mistakes, he didn't excuse them." Which counted hugely in Mojo's book, it seemed. "Seriously, though, you're pretty right with that too. Nine times out of ten the issues with me dating were with the guy I was dating. The tenth time, I tried a woman instead? Even she turned out a little crazy..." she shared mock-seriously.