"Yeah, I heard some fucked up shit went down," Jaime replied. "It was a detail light thing but I imagine if it's my business, someone'll share." She wasn't that bent either way; past was past, and if there was going to be future repercussions, well, so be it. She was here, now, so just along for the ride.
"Legit though, if you wanted to bend my ear, my schedule's pretty empty." She figured anyone drinking that much might need to talk even if maybe they didn't want to talk. Not that she'd push that hard though; she didn't want to pry or alienate people or whatever.
"Something about me," she said before exhaling. "All right. Well, we covered a lot of ground already, but I'm Jaime, from Long Beach, I surf, and when it's rainy or the waves suck, I've got a bow and some arrows I'm pretty good with. Professionally, I'm a massage therapist. Mostly sports injuries, but I've kept up with ..." She waved the hand not holding the ball, which she was still toying with. "With the new developments. I can do standard massages in addition to the injury specific sort. Um ... my dad kicked me out when I was thirty so I could find a boyfriend, jokes on him I'm single for life, and now I am suddenly concerned about eviction because who the fuck is paying my rent?"
That was something she hadn't considered, but she guessed her dad would probably take care of it. Put her shit in storage or whatever.