ɱɑʀiɛ (coveted) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-01-13 08:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | zdanny alejandro, zmarie roque |
heart and soul
Who: Marie & Danny
What: An interview, sizing the kid up, How to Train Your Dragon™, etc
When: Probably Monday?
Where: Boudin, before lunchtime
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Ah, new people. Shiny new residents with their shiny new faces - and interviewing them for a job (this was a bartending position in particular) was a nice way to get a good, hard grasp (mind out of the gutter) on their personalities, though she was aware an interview was basically like being judged. And not everyone let their true selves shine during an interview. Still, a decent starting point - especially when it came to newcomers in Summerview. She had to know which angle to play (human sympathetic vs. human hating), and could usually acquire a feel for that pretty well. Supernaturals often made no secret of how they viewed humanity, no matter which hill they were willing to die on when it came to that horseshit. She'd already observed Danny's exchange with Greg on the network - huh, interesting. And now she was awaiting this interview with amused anticipation. Perhaps eventually she'd even decide he'd have info worth extracting via her rather pleasurable methods. Fucking her was a lot better than waterboarding, non? The CIA should really employ more succubi. But anyway, since she did most of the cooking in the kitchen (with an apron, naturellement), she wasn't wearing an Armani business suit and murderous heels today. Instead it was a short-sleeved velvet dress, in gold, with a tied neckline and comfortable boots - the color of the dress went well with the antique bejeweled comb in her hair (the pink matched the vibrant, pastel streaks), a literally charmed gift from Maeve to congratulate her on the opening of Boudin. She'd been waiting at one of the tables but then when she saw him come in - or she assumed it was him, anyway - she got up to greet him and show him inside. "You must be Danny?" The fringe of inky lashes befell the apples of her cheeks in a look that was all warmth and sensuality. "I'm Marie." |